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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."
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    “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!”
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Stephen of Scarborough (Part Ten)

We crawled on in silence that was soon interrupted by loud shouts and the sound of men running on the stone floor above us. I stopped, listening to the thundering in the darkness. I felt a pull from William ahead of me and once again followed. The tunnel grew colder as we went along and the walls and floor became wet with fragments of foul smelling slime. The air turned damp, stale and musty. I wondered how long it had been since the tunnel was last used. Suddenly my hand slipped in a slimy puddle and I lurched forward, my chin slamming into the stone floor. I let out a startled yelp as I hit, the impact rattling my jaw.
“Stephen, are you well?” I heard William’s voice in the blackness in front of me. I groaned and held my throbbing chin. Something wet and warm covered my fingers. I tasted it and spat it out. Blood.
“Well enough, but I think my chin is broken.”
“Well, not broken.”
There was a pause then William answered, “Let’s keep moving. We’re almost there.”
And so we pressed on once more, but this third time was much shorter. Before I knew it I saw a light ahead and both William and I quickened our crawling. We reached the light and I found it to be an iron grate set in the stones above us. We listened for a moment and when nothing could be heard from above William and I pushed up on the grate and slid it aside. We came up into a courtyard in the back of the castle. The salty smell of the nearby sea greeted me as I climbed out of the hole. No one was about and William and I were soon out in the open again sliding the grate back into place.
“Very clever cousin,” I commented to William.
William let a smile tease the corners of his mouth upward. “Yes, very handy in a tight spot.”
“For a castle guard you are quite knowledgeable to hidden corners and passages.”
“And you, for a castle guard, are too good at getting yourself into unheard of trouble.”
I shrugged, “There is just so much to be seen and done in Scarborough, how can I resist.” I ended with a quick wink.
William gazed at me, “Your chin is bleeding.”
“Yes,” I answered, “But not to worry, I don’t believe it will fall off… just yet.
William shook his head and drew his sword, “Come on trouble maker. We’re not out of this yet.” He headed off towards a low archway and I followed, drawing my own sword as I hurried to catch up.

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  1. Daniel

     /  December 18, 2009

    Very good!! I noticed two typos, though: “Yes, very *handing* in a tight spot.” Did you mean “handy”? and… “But not to worry, I don’t believe it will fall *of*… just yet.” Off.. 🙂

    Just thought you might want to know that.
    -wants more- -must go and write more SM to get more SoS- -laments this fact-

  2. storygirl308

     /  December 18, 2009

    *kills typos* 🙂

    Mwuahahahah! (I might just write more anyway.) 😉

    • Daniel

       /  December 18, 2009

      More, more!! 😀
      (I’ve written all of one line to the next SM bit.. XD)


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