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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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  • “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

Stephen of Scarborough (Part Three)

The jingle of keys mixed with the echoing voices. A fat man holding a large mug came into view. His eyes were downcast, staring into his drink as he rounded the corner. I recognized him as the Jailer. His keys swung from their place on his belt, and his greasy, dark hair stuck up around his balding head. Right behind him walked a tall muscular man wearing a sleeveless leather tunic, he carried a torch. I sucked in my breath; he was the prison Prosecutor, the man in charge of dealing out a prisoner’s torture sentence. I gazed at his biceps gleaming with sweat, “If I am quick”, I thought, “I can best him.”  Cautiously I slid two paces down the stone hall away from the advancing light. The Jailer muttered something and the Prosecutor roared with laughter. He slapped the Jailer on the back causing the pudgy man to stumble forward, his drink slashing onto the floor. I made my move. Leaping from the shadows I swung the leg iron and caught the surprised Prosecutor under his jaw. He let out a deep howl, dropped the torch and stumbled to his knees. I turned to the Jailer, he coward at my raised hand.
“I am unarmed! Please!” I lowered my arm and glanced at the downed man behind me, he was beginning to rise. Suddenly the Jailer threw the contents of his mug in my face. I cried out, whipping my hands over my stinging eyes.
“Ralph!” I heard the Jailer yell. “Get him!” Two tree trunk arms caught hold of me and lifted me off the ground. I kicked and swung my head around trying to see, but my watering eyes blinded me. A light flashed in my face. I blinked, making out the blurry figure of the Jailer, the torch in his hand. His head was close to mine, his slight eyes scrutinizing my face.
“Well, if it is not the young man who claims his name is Locksley. If I remember correctly, you were seized and arrested in the tavern for abusing the peace that normally resides there. Let me see, nearing killed one of the guards, am I not correct?”
In answer I kicked him the stomach. He fell backwards, landing hard on his backside. Even in the dim light of the torch I could see his face turned crimson.
“I was correct,” he said rising to his feet. “And what was your sentence? Oh yes, for attempt of murder, your right hand.” Both men laughed, “Aye, that was it now, and Ralph and I have come to deliver it.”

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  1. Daniel

     /  September 7, 2009

    Not the right hand *wails*

    VERY GOOD!!!!!!! *wants more and more and more*

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  2. storygirl308

     /  September 7, 2009

    Yes the right hand! MWUAHAHAH! 😛

    More coming next week! 🙂
    (I think I’m going to have WAY to much fun with this story. *is excited*)

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  3. Daniel

     /  September 8, 2009

    *Sigh* Next week? *half whines*
    (Is that bad? :P)

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  4. Very good. There was one thing that I noticed though: the choice of the name Ralph. Could you pick different name? It may be just me, the one who makes names like Keirgyndaso, but Ralph seemed to jar on me. Otherwise the snippet was great!

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    • storygirl308

       /  September 8, 2009

      Daniel: It’s my weekend story, the rest of the time I edit my novel. 🙂 It’s never a bad thing. 😉

      Sir Emeth: Mmm, I just put a name in that fit the times, but I see what you mean. Thanks for the tip! Keirgyndaso? Wow, that’s really creative (cool). I’m the one that makes names like Imaes or Olex. 😉

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  5. Sweet.
    Most of my (fantasy) names I take from Latin or Greek words. Such as Comis, Arnon, and Maiestas.

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  6. Daniel

     /  September 8, 2009

    Weekend story… *sigh* I guess I can handle that…

    I like either making up my names from scratch, or using Gaelic/Germanic/Teutonic names…

    But Ralph does fit the era quite well.

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  7. Nairam

     /  September 15, 2009

    Stephen, eh? Doth mine senses deceive me or dost I detect a Robin Hood twang? 😉

    Robin Hood used to be my “weekend story” too. I love those easy stories. (Then I decided to become serious, so it became hard, and then easy, then hard, then more hard…etc…)

    And Ralph is a time-correct name if this IS Robin Hood. I wouldn’t use it if it weren’t. 😉

    (By the way, did you know that in a sequel of mine there shall be a Stephen Hood?)

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    • storygirl308

       /  September 15, 2009

      Perhaps. *wink*

      It’s around the same time as Robin Hood. 🙂

      (Really? I didn’t know that. Cool!)

      Reply
  8. Nairam

     /  September 16, 2009

    Fun stuff. 12-13th century rules! (And if you have any questions, ask me. Then I’ll know all the fact I’m taking in are worth something.)

    And yes! He’s the youngest. Here’s a close picture of him (his hair isn’t that wild, but it is that colour).

    http://office.microsoft.com/clipart/preview.aspx?AssetID=MPj0430778&Query=boy&Scope=22&CTT=1&Origin=EC790000121033&QueryID=ZClFVDb070&AssetCol=MPj0430914,MPj0430841,MPj0430778,MPj0431012,MPj0431006,MPj0430972,MPj0431008,MPj0430779,MPj0430910,MPj0430905,MPj0430759,MPj0431032

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