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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.
    God bless!

  • “Now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book that it may be for the time to come forever and ever.”
    ~Isaiah 30:8.

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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.
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed."
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    “Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "Writers who see by the light of their Christian faith will have, in these times, the sharpest eye for the grotesque, for the perverse, and for the unacceptable. To the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind you draw large and startling figures."
    ~Flannery O'Connor

    You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what’s burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke.
    ~Arthur Polotnik

    Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
    ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

    "There are forms of insanity that condemn people to hear voices against their will, but as writers we invite ourselves to hear voices without relinquishing our hold on reality or our right to control."
    ~Writing Fiction by Janet Burroway

    Christians have sometimes been suspicious of stories, because they really can influence you. If you read the Twilight novels once a month for a year, I think you'd be a different human afterward—and not a sparkly one.
    ~Nate Wilson

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A Light in the Darkness

When I feel lost, sad, or upset I write.  It’s a way of getting things out of my system and making sense of my mixed up thoughts.  Sometimes it’s only one or two lines, other times it can be a whole story or poem.  This is something I wrote last night, during one of those down times. 


I gazed into nothing. The sound of creaking planks echoed in the stillness as the floor dipped and swayed. It was so humid down here, but the dense air fueled my sober mood. Here I was, alone, not a friend to my name, rotting in the bowels of a ship. Not even the sea cared if I lived or died, and neither did I. My life had become the darkness around me, so thick, no light could pierce it. What was left to live for besides to draw breath? Even that brought pain to my bruised lungs. The ship heaved to the side, throwing me with it. I let myself smack the wall and crumpled to the floor. With my hands bound and my spirit crushed, there was little else I could do. Had life truly come to this? What events had brought me to such a forsaken place? Would I die here? Did I care? No, I had lost everything, life was gone already. Suddenly, a small light appeared above, a sliver of yellow casting its glow through a crack in the floor boards. Was it lantern light, a sun ray from an open hatch? The pin point of a glow illuminated my prison, the sealed barrels, the murky puddles, and my sorry form. I looked up into the tiny gap, marveling that such a small bit of light could sweep away so much darkness. I pondered the thought for a moment. Could there be a glimmer of light for me? Enough to chase the darkness from my heart and make life worth living again? The light source faded away and once again I was surrounded by nothing. I breathed in, life, I still had it, and as long as I had a light to guide me, it would always be worth living.

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  1. Daniel

     /  August 28, 2009

    Hmm.. I’ve done that kind of thing myself.

    The ending of that is so true! As long as we have a light (Christ, in my mind) we have a reason to live!

    God bless,

  2. Mark

     /  August 30, 2009

    I particularly like the second half of this post. The relation of light and darkness at the end was good. Also, I like how you ask a series of questions. I think it helps the reader get more into what you as the writer were thinking at the time. Good job, keep up the writing and good luck with your book.

    • storygirl308

       /  August 30, 2009

      You are right there Daniel!

      Thank you Mark, and thanks for checking out my blog. 🙂

      God Bless,

  3. Sir Emeth Mimetes

     /  September 4, 2009

    Very good! I like the way you connected the physical descriptions with the spiritual ponderings. I am very glad I got you blogging! At least, I think I did, I do not remember…

    • storygirl308

       /  September 4, 2009

      Yes, it was you. The whole thing with becoming a F.F’s editor. 🙂

  4. Sir Emeth Mimetes

     /  September 5, 2009

    That is what I figured. Glad you applied!


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