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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
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    We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.
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An Outlaw in the Making

Hello there!  This is a short I wrote for a writing contest several months ago.  (It won second place!) 

Please read and enjoy. =

I sighted down the shaft of my arrow, crouching in the forest foliage, hardly daring to breathe as a deer slowly made its way into my target. My cheek twitching in nervous anticipation, I got ready to release the arrow. Twang! I let fly the shaft. In a matter of seconds it hit home and the deer fell. I rushed from my hiding place to the fallen animal, smiling to myself, proud of my steady hand.
     “There you have it Will,” I said turning to my man servant. “Will?” He wasn’t behind me as I had thought. Blast! I must have concentrated so hard on my tracking that I had failed to make sure he was still following me! I glanced around the trees, but he was nowhere in sight. Grumbling to myself I pulled my arrow from the deer and slung the beast onto my shoulders.

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     “Will, where have you gotten to?” I thought when I found the road but no Will. Just then the sound of horses could be heard coming up the road. A second or two later a carriage drawn by four horses came into view. I stepped further over to the tree line and out of the way of the pounding hooves. The carriage appeared to be passing me when the passenger suddenly called out to the driver and the vehicle stopped. A footman stepped down from the back, came round to the side and opened the door. A tall man with thick black hair and a curly beard to match marched out. His clothes were lavishly adorned and he eyed me with a pompous indifference.
     “Good day to you my lord.” I said, bowing slightly. “I seemed to have misplaced my man servant; you wouldn’t have seen him up the road would you?”
     “I wouldn’t have noticed him if I had.” The man said indignantly. “Have you been informed boy, that it is against the law to hunt deer in these woods?”
     “Really?” I said, “Then what, if I may ask, is that?” I pointed with my bow at a very large buck strapped to the carriage.
     The man’s eyes blazed. “That boy, is for the prince’s table.”
     “Then it stands to reason that this deer is mine. For if the prince feeds off the deer in these woods it makes no difference if his subjects do as well.”
     “That is where you’d be wrong.” He gave me a curious look. “You’re that young Earl of Huntingdon aren’t you?”
     “Yes my lord.”
     “I wonder why you did not follow the King on the Crusade as your father did.”
     “I would have my lord, but they claimed I was too young.”
     He scratched his chin. “I could change that.”
     I smiled, “You shan’t get rid of me that easily, and seeing how my father was killed at the very gates of Jerusalem, I have no desire to follow in his footsteps, so to speak.”
     “I suppose you got your haughty tongue from him.”
    “No, that would be attributed to my mother, God rest her soul.”
     He was about to reply but was cut off by a great racket in the forest. My smile widened as Will came crashing through the trees onto the road.
     “There you are!” He exclaimed upon seeing me. “I’ve had quite the time trying to catch up. You really need to…” He stopped, finally taking notice of whom I was with.
     “Glad you found me Will. Now if you will excuse me, my lord, we must be going.”
     “How old are you lad,” he asked as I turned away.
     “Seventeen, and a man at that,” I said holding my head high.
     “Mighty young to be tangling yourself up in trouble, and what if the sheriff were to come after you?”
     “Let him come I say. I know what’s right and what’s wrong. If he doesn’t like it I dare him to find me.”
     “Be careful what you wish for lad,” he said stepping back into the carriage.
     As the carriage drove off Will laid his hand on my shoulder. “Mighty bold Robin, don’t you think?”
     I shifted the deer and grunted. “These are interesting times Will. Richard should never have left England. If it comes to the worst, they’ll never find me. I know every in and out of this forest. I could live here for years without a soul ever finding my hiding place.”
     “How about you just show me a few of these “ins and outs” on the way back to Locksley. I could stand for a few of your short cuts. My feet hurt and my stomach says it’s past time for supper. I’m sure Allen must be wondering what’s become of us by now,” he added looking up the road.
     Laughing, I led the way back into the trees. “I shall show you some of my tricks Will Scarlet, but,” I paused. “Not all of them.” Then as fast as I could with the deer on my back I raced off, with Will at my heels and filling the forest with laughter.

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  1. *laugh* That’s awesome!

  2. Um, just a note. In your blogroll it says Standing Strong Art is your illustrator’s blog. 🙂

  3. So you’re Garret Maytum? The writing doesn’t sound like you…

  4. Never mind! I was browsing through some of your older posts and found the post about it. 😀



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