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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 Fourteen)

William helped me mount the tall mare.  Once I had righted myself in the saddle and took hold of the reigns, William mounted behind me and I led the horse down the street towards the wharf.  I hoped with our new cloths and the early hour we would go unnoticed.  Even so, we must have looked an odd sight to anyone who happened to look out their windows; two men on one horse trying not to appear suspicious, but most likely achieving the opposite.  The clip clop of the horse’s hooves sounded too loud in the stillness of the morning. 

Not a soul was out and I wondered when the streets would begin to fill with the day’s activities.  Scarborough Cattle seemed to watch us, its windows turned into eyes that glared down at us, ready to sound the alarm.  I clutched the reigns, my sweaty hands sliding on the thin leather.  William pointed ahead,

“Almost there,” I followed his finger and saw the blue expanse of the ocean spreading far to the horizon.  Freedom.

At the dock a burly man with thick brown arms and uncombed black hair stood by a small coastal vessel.  He turned and crossed his arms as he waited for us to approach.

He eyed us up and down then said, “You the lads look ‘in to go down the coast to the Humber?”

William tossed down our bundle and dismounted.  “We are, and it would be best no one knew of our flight.”

The sailor nodded, “Aye that I know.  Well get aboard, someone will be along to take care of the horse.”  William turned to help me but I waved him off,

“I can do it,” I swung my good leg over the horses back and slid down onto me feet, catching myself on my good leg while gripping the saddle.  “See,” I said.  I grabbed my crude crutch and hobbled down the dock to the waiting boat, William behind me. 

Preparing the vessel for its voyage down the cast seemed to take forever, but in only a few minutes we were under way.  I watched as Scarborough slipped away wondering if I would ever return and… how much of my heart I had really left behind.

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11 Comments

  1. Daniel

     /  February 1, 2010

    Bye bye Scarborough…
    Hello…? 😀

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  2. “thyme”, “true love of mine”…. I just realized this is starting to make sense w/ the song! 🙂
    I was just flipping through a knitting shawls book and one shawl had “Scarborough Fair” beneath it’s title. No explanation… how odd

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    • storygirl308

       /  February 2, 2010

      Okay… that’s weird. I wasn’t trying to tie it into the song AT ALL. I had the idea of Scarborough from the song because I liked the name, but that was it.
      Weird.

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      • lol, I was wondering! 🙂 Well it’s happening unconsciously then! Btw, do you have a picture of Maud?

      • storygirl308

         /  February 3, 2010

        No, I haven’t found her yet.

  3. Nairam

     /  February 1, 2010

    Interesting, but nothing really happened…I’d skip the ride over if they aren’t going to have any problems.

    ‘course, you didn’t ask for a critique, didja? >.<

    I'm curious as well to see where they're going. Also, I didn't know there was a castle in Scarborough. I'll have to note that. (Oddly enough, Etched in Black also deals with that town–mostly because it was an English town I was CERTAIN was around in the 12th century, AND because it was a long way from Nottingham–I needed a journey. ;).)

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    • storygirl308

       /  February 2, 2010

      No, I didn’t ask for a critique.

      There was a castle in Scarborough, but all that’s left of it now is the keep. I looked it up after I started this… not a vary good idea. 😛

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      • Lady Nairam

         /  February 2, 2010

        So you don’t want any? :-\ I’m sorry.

        Ah, okay. XD No, not that great of an idea. Kinda like writing about Nottingham Castle and not know what it was set up like. 😛

  4. storygirl308

     /  February 2, 2010

    If you feel like you need to, or want to critique it go ahead.
    I really don’t mind. 🙂

    Reply

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