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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

Stephen of Scarborough (Part Four)

I gasped as Ralph’s arms tightened around my waist. Pain throbbed through my side as his rough knuckles dug into my gut.
“Set him down Ralph,” the jailer instructed. “Let him walk to his doom.” He laughed, repeating “doom”. Ralph released me and I fell to my knees. He jerked me back to my feet and shoved me forward, but I locked my knees and stumbled to the floor.
“Quit the games,” he bellowed grasping my shirt in the front and lifting me to his level. I glared at him.
“My games have only just begun.” I seized his large, right hand and bit it as hard as I could. He howled and dropped me, the salty taste of blood warm on my tongue. I turned and ducked, the Jailer’s fist flashed by my face. I plowed into him throwing him against the wall. He smacked against the stone and slumped to the floor. Ralph had recovered by then and was coming towards me. He stretched out his arms in an effort to catch me within them, but I dove for his feet before he could snare me. As he stumbled over me his foot caught under my stomach. He tumbled to the floor, landing on his face with his arms spread out to his sides.
Suddenly a weight locked my legs in place and I couldn’t rise. I looked down at my feet, the Jailer had wrapped his arms around my calves, pinning me where I laid. I tried to kick him off but he held tight. I searched around for something, anything that would give me leverage. I spotted the torch only a few feet to my side. Quickly I reach for it. When it was in my grasp I turned and jabbed it into the Jailer’s face. He screamed and let go, his hands clutching at his burning flesh. I jumped to my feet. Ralph was once again headed my way. I flung the torch at him and raced up the corridor, shouts of rage chasing me through the dark hall. I pumped my arms faster and willed my feet to fly. A door come into view around a corner, I leapt through it, slammed it shut and slit the bolt into place.
Panting I looked around. I stood in a castle hall lit by several low windows. No one was in sight, but that could change. I walked to the closest window and leaned over the edge. I stood nearly ten feet above a wide alley. Someone began pounding on the dungeon door, foul worded shouts sounded from within. Without a second thought or look, I hoisted myself onto the stone ledge and jumped. As I neared the ground a man appeared beneath me. I let out a warning cry, but it was too late. I fell on top of him, knocking him to the ground. Pushing me off his body the man whipped out his sword, threw me on my back and pressed the blade to my throat. Suddenly his eyes widen.
“Stephen?”
“William!”

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  1. Daniel

     /  September 21, 2009

    William? William?! WILLIAM!!!

    Okay… who’s William?

    SOO good, Laura. 🙂 *wants more….. again* 😛

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  2. Very good description of the action: I never got lost. Thank you for this post!

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  3. Taylor

     /  July 2, 2010

    Hehe! I love it! The only thing, I think, is that (Wait. First I should say that I’m only on part four, so, you know, this may not apply.) I think you should cut the part where the Jailer I.D.s your charrie. I was wondering who he (she? Still don’t know yet!) is, but the Jailer saying it just isn’t right, I think. It wasn’t a complete answer, and it just doesn’t quite fit. Maybe charrie re-hashes with William?
    But the writing is very . . .clean? Precise. It paints a pretty clear picture in my head of what everything looks like and I can see the dark colors of the place. I like it muchly!

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    • storygirl308

       /  July 2, 2010

      Hmm, never thought of that…. But I have a good reason for why I put that in, though you won’t find out for a while yet. That part hasn’t been written. 🙂 But it’s been planned.

      Good! I think this is the first time description hasn’t been a problem in my writings. 🙂

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