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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 Thirteen)

The dawn twilight peeked through the windows. I sighed and looked at the bound bundle on the floor at my feet. I smoothed out the dark blue shirt Maud had given me. She had provided different clothing for both William and me for we would no longer wear our palace uniforms. My leg throbbed, I knew I should keep it up until it was time, but my mind was on other things. I punched my fist into my palm and glared at my boots. Why can’t I shake this?! Maud hurried into the room.
“William says he’s almost ready,” I nodded. She stood looking at me, her gaze made my heart race.
“Mattie,” I said gently, “What is troubling you? Why are you so distant from me?”
Maud rubbed her hand up and down her arm, “I’ve been thinking Stephen. This changes so much. I…”
“Ready,” William stepped into the room. He was dressed like any other peasant, his muscular arms covered in a woolen sweeter. He handed me a crude crutch. “Think you can stand?”
In answer I slid the crutch under my arm and stood to my feet. My leg screamed at me, but I could hold my own weight. I bit my lip and looked at William, “I can make it.”
“Alright,” he picked up the sack, flung it over his shoulder and turned to Maud. “I can never thank you enough for taking us in. My God be with you.”
Maud smiled, “And may He go with you.”
Awkwardly I hobbled forward. William strode to the door and waited for my on the threshold. I crutched up to Maud and clasped her hand in mine. I looked into her jade tinted eyes. “Come with me,” I said.
She pulled her fingers from my grasp and gently framed my face with her hands. “No Stephen,” a tear rolled down her cheek and her voice almost broke. “I can’t follow you. You can’t pull me into this.”
“Mattie,” I pleaded, but she silenced me with a touch of her finger to my lips.
“No more Stephen Hode, I love you, and I believe you loved me, but, it is time to be rid of each other. We couldn’t go on as we have.” She dropped her hands. I took them up, holding them tight.
“We can try,” I went to kiss her. She pulled free of my grasp, retreating several steps.
“We can’t,”
“No!” I stepped towards her but William grabbed my arm, halting my approach.
“Enough Stephen, time is running out.” My hands shook, my whole body began to shake as I wrestled with my pride. Finally I nodded,
“We will go.” I looked once more at Maud, “Far thee well, perhaps someday we will meet again. Perhaps then, things might be different.”
She gazed back at me, her arms wrapped around herself, her cheeks wet with tears, and a resolved look in her eyes. “I pray that day may came,” she whispered so faintly it nearly escaped my hearing. I bowed stiffly, then William and I retreated from her dwelling, into the streets of Scarborough.

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5 Comments

  1. Aww. 😥
    I’m taking it there is a lot of history here…? I hope you tell later on. =)

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  2. Nairam

     /  January 26, 2010

    The first paragraph was rather awkward, but everything else was quite good…although, I thought I’d mention that for some reason I thought Maud was older than she sounded near the end there. >.> If she’s around Stephan’s age then I totally guessed wrong when she first came up in an earlier part. Not sure how you can fix that…

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  3. storygirl308

     /  January 26, 2010

    To Sarah: Yes there is more history there, and yes I will be telling more later on. 🙂

    To Nai: Ummm, I see what you mean.
    That’s the only thing about writing a story this way. You’re posting the rough draft and can’t really revise something after it’s posted. I’ll put that in my notes though. Thanks.

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  4. Aw. *sniff* 😦

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  5. Daniel

     /  January 27, 2010

    Wow… very.. emotional, that scene..

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