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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 Twenty-Two)

Because you guys are just so awesome… I’m giving you another SoS part. 🙂  (If it works out, I may post a second part every Saturday.  But emphasis and the may.)


I kicked at a pile of leaves, anger and frustration boiling through my blood.

“A Norman.” Kick. “De Lacy.” Kick.  “Father!” I grabbed a long stick, nocked it on the bow string and fired at an unsuspecting squirrel.  The creature squealed, darting away seconds before the make shift arrow splintered on the branch it’d been sitting on.  With an oath I flung the bow down and sank to my knees beside it.

“This isn’t how I wanted things to be,” I whispered wringing my hands.  “I didn’t want this!”

I looked over at William, “You don’t blame me, do you?”

William leaned against a nearby birch tree.  He stroked his chin, head slightly tilted to one side as he studied me.

“Should someone blame a person for the consequences of their actions?  You’re past choices of caused this Stephen.  Whether or not you meant them to.”

I groaned, fighting back the guilt and shame as they rose up, warring with my pride.

Silence followed.  A faint glow appeared towards the East.  Day had come.  I looked through a gap in the trees where the morning light peaked through, casting sun rays over the brightening forest.  I gazed on, it was so beautiful.  Each leave become a transpired green as the sun kissed them with its gentle touch.  The forest seemed to come alive in the dawn twilight, filled with the hope of a new day.     I closed my eye, shutting out the captivating sight.  It was then, I made my choice.  Taking up the bow I stood to my feet.            

“If father is going bankrupt because or me, then reasoning with him will do now good.”  I paused.

“What do you intent to do?”  William said, searching my face.

“I’m going to give him back what I have taken from him.”

William stared at me, “How?”

I grinned, “One arrow at a time.”

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  1. Garret Maytum

     /  June 26, 2010

    Ok you got me hook again. 🙂

  2. Daniel

     /  June 27, 2010

    “One arrow at a time.”
    Meesa grinned too.. 😀

  3. storygirl308

     /  June 27, 2010

    Glad you’re enjoying it. 😀 🙂


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