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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 Nine)

William smiled at the obvious look of confusion on my face. “It’s much easier than you would think,” he said taking the lead down the stairs.
I rolled my eyes, “Hardly the time for sarcasm Will.”
“Really?” He said, laughter in his voice, “I thought you enjoyed sarcasm.”
“Not now!”
We hurried down the rest of the stairs in silence. At the bottom William glanced right then left, listening before turning left down a windowless hall. William lead me through the dark passageway stopping now and then to listen. “I wouldn’t put it pass those guards to realize their on a fools errand before I want them to. We should keep a wary eye and ear out.”
I nodded, I had no desire to be caught unaware. Up ahead an orange light appeared hovering below the ceiling. As we got closer I realized it was a single torch. When we stood beside it, William lifted the torch form its stand on the wall and began sweeping it over the ground as if searching for something. I watched as he knelt and knocked on three stones. The first two were solid, but when William knocked on the third, the sound range out clear in the quiet hall.
“Take this,” he said handing me the torch. “Put it back then help me.” I slid the torch back into its stand then knelt beside William. He already had his fingers under the third stone, which was only a slab, and was trying to lift it. I worked my fingers under the opposite side and together we heaved the slab from its place. A gabbing black whole glared up at us, daring us to enter it. Without hesitating William jumped into the pit. When he landed his head and shoulders still stuck out, he looked up at me.
“Coming?”
“What about the torch?” I asked gazing down at the blackness around him.
“We won’t need it. Come on,” With that he disappeared. I looked around the hall then back down at the hole. “Hurry Stephen,” William’s voice came up to me in echoes. I sat down on the floor with my feet dangling into the hole. With an effort I slid the stone slab closer so I could cover the entrance. Suddenly I heard shouts coming from up the hall, I assumed, from the top of the stairs. William’s head reappeared then,
“Quick!” He pulled me in and we slid the stone back in place over our heads. We were now in complete darkness. I head William shuffling around in front of me. He grabbed my arm, “Come on,” he whispered.
“What is this?” I asked, “Some kind of tunnel?” The ceiling was so low we had to crawl and when I stretched my arms out from both sides my fingers brushed the walls.
“That’s observant,” William said chuckling.
“How did you know about it?”
“I have a better way of spending my spare time.”
“Humph.”

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  1. lilacandivy

     /  November 25, 2009

    Are William and Stephen just visiting the castle? (I guess what I’m asking is how did William know that was there! Did he live in the castle?)
    Other than that curiosity love it! =) Can’t wait to see where the tunnel ends…

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    • storygirl308

       /  November 25, 2009

      William is a castle guard, as is Stephen. I guess I need to make that a bit more clear. (You’ll find out the history behind their employment latter. 😉 )

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  2. Daniel

     /  November 26, 2009

    “Is this a tunnel?” “That’s observant.” 😀 😀 😀
    “Humph.”

    *wants more* 🙂

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