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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 Twelve)

Thyme. The aroma of thyme seeped into the blackness. Soon I could hear the sound of my heart beating slowly. I tried to open my eyes by they refused to obey my command. It was much nicer just to sleep. I breathed in deeply. Then a voice, soft, gentle, and familiar.
“Stephen. Stephen Hode, wake.” I turned my head and sluggishly opened my eyes. A feminine face met my gaze. Her pure green eyes looked down at me. Loose brown curls draped her shoulders and fell to her waist. I smiled,
“Mattie.”
Maud returned the smile, “Welcome back.” She placed her hand on my forehead. “No fever, good.” She rose and walked over to a gapping fire place where a large pot hung over the flames. Rows of bundled thyme hung along the mantle, drying in the heat. Maud picked up a long wooden spoon, but before she dipped it into the pot she stuck her head through an adjacent doorway.
“William!” She called, “He’s wake!” Not two seconds latter William came barreling into the room.
“Stephen!” He exclaimed, “It’s good to see you conscience once more.” He grinned down at me his hand on his hips. I tried to sit up but a sharp pain in my leg prevented me from moving more than a few inches. William gripped my shoulder and guided me back down to the pillow. “Steady, you don’t want to overdo it.”
“What happened?” I asked biting my lip against the pain.
“The guards on the wall thought we made nice targets. They fired at us as we were trying to escape out the gate. They missed for the most part, until one got lucky and your leg didn’t.” I nodded my head. It all came back to me, the jailer, the tunnel, the guards, our mad dash and the arrow through my calf.
“How’d I get here?”
William frowned, “That was the hard part. Once you were down I tried to pull you up but you passed out before I could get your arm over my shoulder. I thought we were done for, with you unconscious and nearly fifteen guards rushing me. Then a miracle happened. Apparently the sheriff had just purchased a dozen unbroken mares, well, they were a in the gate yard being taken to the stable by two grooms when you and I rushed in. All the commotion spooked them and before I knew it they were racing into the guards. It bought me enough time to pick you up and get out of there. It’s a good thing Maud’s house it so close to the castle and luckily they haven’t searched here yet. Here’s hoping they never do.”
I shook my head, “How long was I out?”
William scratched his chin, “About three days and four nights. I’d say providence was looking out for us.”
“Or it was just dumb luck,” I mumbled.
William shrugged. Maud approached then with two steaming bowls of stew. William helped me sit up and Maud handed us the bowls
“Eat up, you both are out of here by dawn.”
I took my bowl and the spoon she offered me and raised my eyebrows, “Dawn Mattie? What about my leg?”
She gazed at me for a moment, the look in her eyes was so different then what I was use to seeing. “You’re leg will be fine. Take my brother’s horse down to the docks, there’s a man there that will get you down the coast as far as the Humber River. Leave the horse with him.” She turned back to the fire. I watched her. Something was different. It had been a year or so since we met and began seeing each other. Normally when we were together her face beamed and her eyes danced. I was happiest on our short, yet frequent visits. But today, the look in her eyes was distant. A faint ach throbbed in my chest. I had to know what was on her mind.

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4 Comments

  1. Daniel

     /  January 18, 2010

    Dumb luck indeed. Ha!
    Hode.. a very nice name.. 😀

    Reply
  2. Zoe

     /  January 18, 2010

    More! More! 😛

    Reply
  3. Yes! Keep it coming! 😀

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  4. storygirl308

     /  January 20, 2010

    More on Monday. 🙂

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