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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 Five)

William stumbled off of my stomach and sheathed his sword. “By heaven Stephen! You had me…” I clapped my hand over his mouth as pounding sounded from above us.
“Move away,” I hissed in his ear. He nodded and I released his mouth. He looked up at the window I had leapt from then back at me.
“Follow,” he said then turned back in the direction he had come. I followed, stealing a quick glance upward. Someone rushed by the window and, I guessed, opened the door I had locked. Gruff shouts and curses echoed down. I quickened my pace until I was around the corner and out of sight of the tell-tale view of the window. As we passed a narrow side street William grabbed my arm and hauled me into its shadows. Forcing me against the alleys stone side he pinned me in place with his muscular arms and stared me down.
“What happened?” He said frowning.
“A tavern bawl and an over reacting guard,” I squirmed, trying to release myself of his hold.
“Stay!” He pinned me harder. “What happened?!”
“That hurts,” I said keeping my voice calm.
“There,” he let up and sighed. “Will you ever learn?”
“As I said, the guard over reacted.”
“With due cause I’m sure. Has being here taught you nothing?”
“It has taught me. But if you expect me to spend my days walking in circles, standing behind another noble and sleeping with men who forever stink of horse, then I have learned nothing.”
“We don’t ‘walk in circles’ as you put it Stephen and don’t try to change the subject, we were talking about what you did.”
“What did I do? I had a pint…or two, a decent meal, and good company.”
“You struck a palace guard! You know the law and how it is carried out.”
“Yes, I know the law, and it is foul.”
William shook his head, “Perhaps Scarborough wasn’t the place for you.”
I shrugged, “Then no place is.”
“Your own decisions have seen to that.”
I shrugged again but remained silent. William looked from side to side then said, “We should get back to the barracks. Thankfully the commander hasn’t heard of your ‘brawl’, and hopefully never will. There’s a banquet tonight and you better get cleaned up before we have to be at the castle, you look as if you’ve been wallowing in slop.”
“Another opportunity for discomfort,” I rolled my eyes and followed William.
“The banquet or the bath?” William asked smiling.
“You decide cousin, I am done thinking for today.”

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  1. Daniel

     /  September 28, 2009

    This is getting good. 😀
    COUSIN!!! 🙂

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