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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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Stephen of Scarborough (Part Sixteen)

“This is absurd Stephen,” William brought his fist down on the windowsill of our small tavern room.  I fingered my wine cup from where I lay sprawled on the bed.  “It’s been five days!  I don’t know about you, but I’d like to get to where we’re going before winter sets in.”

“What day is it?”  I asked taking a sip of the red liquid.

“The Twenty-first of September and with your lazy manor it will be mid December by the time we reach Locksley!  What is this about?”

I swallowed another gulp of wine and set the cup on the bed table.  “There’s a slight detail about returning I have yet to work out.”

William sighed heavily, “So that’s it.  You’re afraid of your father and his letter against you.”  He shook his head.  “Perhaps you should have thought about that before your own father had to outlaw you!”

“Enough!  There is nothing I can do about it know.”

“Except go crawling back asking for forgiveness, that’s why you won’t leave here.”

I worked my jaw back and forth, anger boiling inside me.  “I am no coward, and my father is no fool.  I just need to think of a way to regain his good favor.”

“But why Locksley?  If you’ve been outlawed from there, why return?  What is there?”

I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, staring at the ground.  “Without my father’s inheritance I am nothing.  I was beginning to raise money in Scarborough in hopes of re-securing my place in my father’s household with it.  But because of the past, event, that option is now closed.”

“What do you plan to do?  Become the outlaw your father has written you off as?”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.  Perhaps I’ll know once we get there.”

“Then by all means let’s get there!”

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  1. Daniel

     /  February 22, 2010

    “I was beginning rise money in Scarborough”… did you mean “I was beginning to raise money…”? That sentence, as is, doesn’t really make sense.

    Anyway.. 😀 Like that part!!
    He’s an outlaw.. B-) 😛

  2. =) Very good! A few spelling errors…but yes, I agree, they should head to Locksley! =)

  3. There’s a spot where the non-narrator says ‘way’ and I think you meant ‘why’.


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