• The Writer


    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.
    God bless!

  • “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.

  • Categories

  • Follow me on Twitter

  • Categories

  • Blog Stats

    • 33,674 hits
  • Post Days

    August 2010
    M T W T F S S
    « Jul   Sep »
     1
    2345678
    9101112131415
    16171819202122
    23242526272829
    3031  
  • Quotes

    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 Twenty-Four)

“Locksley!”

I flinched, pulling on my hood in a vain effort to shadow more of my face.

“You should have stayed in Scarborough.  Now, there is now where you can go where you are not known.  I’ll find you and then!”  A sword flashed into view, lunging for my gut.  I yelled and jumped backwards…

I toppled off the stump, landing hard on my back.  Oomph!  I heaved as my breath was knocked out of my lungs.  I exhaled, it had only been a dream.  Pulling myself to a sitting positioned I looked around Ludchurch.  All was quiet, William must have gone searching for firewood.  Standing, I placed my hands near my lower back and bent backward in a stretched.  My back popped several times and I sighed with relief. 

A pile of semi-finished arrow shafts sat beside the stump.  Another, with bark still clinging to its smooth surface, and a carving knife sat beside it, cast aside near my right foot. 

I must have fallen asleep while working on the arrows, I thought shaking my head, trying to get the disturbing images out of my brain.  It had been a long time since I had heard that voice and it was just as unpleasant as I remembered it. 

“By the saints!”  I turned to see William stumbling down the rock made “stairs” into the chasm with an armload of wood.  “I thought I’d never find this place again!  Either that or fall into it and break my neck.  Perhaps we should mark the entrance somehow.”  He dropped the wood in irritation.

I chuckled, “There is a ‘mark’ of sorts.  Just watch for the clusters of boulders and look for where the moss grows thickest on their tops.”

William raise an eyebrow, “Would have done me more good if you had said that to begin with.”

“Would have,” I repeated then ducked as William tossed a stick at me.

“Really Stephen, I don’t know where your head is most of the time.”

I shrugged, mumbling under my breath, “You probably don’t want to know.”

“Well,” William flopped down and leaned against the cliff wall.  “Know what?”

“We need supplies, and more men.  I know…”

“More men?  What exactly are you planning Stephen?”  William asked with note of suspicion hidden in his voice.

“I’m going to get the money my father needs to pay his depts.”

“And you need more men for this?”

I nodded, “Remember the band I use to have?”

“I remember you telling me of it.  But what does that have to do with anything?  If I remember correctly it was starting that band that got you outlawed in the first place.”

“True, and now I’m going to use that same band to change that.”

William eyed me blankly then threw his hands into the air.  “Alright, I give up.  How?”

“First, we need to see a man by the name of Ieuan Baugh*.”

*YEH-vahn Baw (“baw” rhymes with “law”)
Advertisements
Next Post
Leave a comment

5 Comments

  1. Garret Maytum

     /  August 12, 2010

    awesome!!!!!!!!

    Reply
  2. Daniel

     /  August 12, 2010

    w00t!!! got the story unstuck now?

    Reply
  3. Awesome! 😀

    Reply
  4. storygirl308

     /  August 13, 2010

    Glad you all like it. 😀

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: