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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.
    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.

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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

CHOICES Sneak Peek/Birthday Special

~Psalms 20~ 
The LORD hear thee in the day of trouble; the name of the God of Jacob defend thee: Send thee help from the sanctuary, and strengthen thee out of Zion; Remember all they offerings, and accept thy burnt sacrifice; Selah.  Grant thee according to thine own heart, and fulfil all they counsel.  We will rejoice in thy salvation, and in the name of our God we will set up our banners: the LORD fulfil all thy petitions.  Now know I that the LORD saveth his anointed; he will hear him from the holy heaven with the saving strength of his right hand. Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the LORD our God.  They are brought down and fallen: but we are risen, and stand upright.  Save, LORD: let the king hear us when we call.

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So today is my twentieth Birthday.  Twenty!  20!  Yeah… It’s still sinking in. 🙂 

Anyway, last year for in my Birthday I gave you all a full scene to read from HEART OF HOPE, this year, you get a scene from CHOICES! 

This scene is from chapter one.  It takes place after Kate has woken up in Aeden and is still not sure where she is.  It’s the high point, and also the end, of chapter one.  Enjoy!

 

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SNAP!

I spun around.  What was that?

“Hello?”  My voice sounded loud in the stillness of the woods.  “Is that someone?”

I suddenly wished I hadn’t said anything.  A panther stepped from the shadows, green eyes fixed on me.  I gulped and gripped the spear.  My hands were sweating.

“Nice kitty?”  Why had I said that?  “Maybe?”  Stop talking!

The panther lowered its head and growled, showing its two rows of sharp teeth. 

“I guess not.  Sorry, I’m not really interested in being lunch.”

What was I doing?  Making conversation with a while beast that wanted to eat me? 

I bolted.  I heard the cat roar, then the sound of its large paws thudding against the ground, chasing after me.  I screamed.  I couldn’t help it.  Fear ran hot through my blood, feeding my adrenalin as I sped wildly through the trees.  I could hear the cat behind me.  How long until it over took me and ripped me to shreds? 

Then I heard another sound.  Water, running water.  An idea formed in my mind.  Cats hate water!  Maybe, I could lose it, if the water was a river and it was wide and deep enough.  I put more speed into my run.  Just maybe!  I could make it! 

I broke through the trees and the river came into view.  My heart sank.  Though it was a river, it was nowhere near the size I need to lose the cat.  A roar sounded behind me.  On second thought, it wouldn’t hurt to try.  I splashed along the water’s edge, spraying up wet droplets and soaking my jeans.  I whiped water from my eyes and dared a glance over my shoulder.  The panther was close behind, running along the bank away from the water.  Its gaze was trained on me and it was rapidly gaining with each passing second.    

No!  I wouldn’t let it win!  I didn’t know where I was, or how I had gotten there, and I wasn’t about to let an over grown feline take me down and finish me off.  No.  I pumped my arms harder and forced my legs on. 

The sound of the running water grew stronger.  I squinted ahead.  Did the ground slope down?  Oh great!  Just what I needed!  A water fall!  Could it get any worse?  Of cause it could.

I screamed as claws dug into my back.  My sweat shirt was ripped from around my waist.  Tears stung my eyes.  My back burned.  I turned, shoving the spear out.  I clipped the cat, scraping the spear head against its shoulder.  It snarled and fell over.  I retreated as far as I could, to the edge of the water fall.  I looked down.  It was about six or seven feet to the bottom.  The water looked deep, maybe I could jump.  The panther was back on all four paws and stalking towards me.  I winced as I clutched the spear, my back throbbed.  Blood was pooling on my shirt and dripping down my legs, I could feel it.  How much blood was I losing?  How much longer could I hold out?

The panther advanced, it knew I was cornered.  There was nowhere to run.  It was over the edge or the cats claws.  The space between me and the panther was shrinking.  I stepped back.  One foot, then the other.  Again, one foot then…                     

I slipped, tumbling off the edge and plunged into the water, losing the spear as I fell.  My head submerged briefly as my whole body slammed into the cold water.  I wanted to scream.  The force of the blow sent spikes of pain through my back and across my whole body.  Forcing my head above surface I scrabbled to my knees.  The panther stood on the edge of the falls, its green eyes locked on my dripping form.  It crouched, ready to leap on top of me.  I was unprotected. 

Desperately I search the water with my hands, trying in vain to find the spear.  The cat let out a triumphant roar and dove at me.  Suddenly my hand brushed against something long and smooth.  I grasped it and without looking raised it in front of me.  There was a jolt that nearly knocked me off my feet and into the water.  I opened my eyes; I hadn’t realize I had closed them.  The panther hung suspended on the spear I had raised from the water in the nick of time.  The cats lifeless form swayed limply on the wooden pole, the spear head, blood stained, protruding from its back. 

My head throbbed, matching the rapid beating of my heart, my stomach churned and my vision began to swim.  The wounds on my back burned.  Dropping the spear I clutched at my sides and slumped to my knees.  It hurt, so much.  I groaned, whimpering from the pain and the knowledge that I was alone.  Alone and losing blood. 

My sweat shirt.  Where was my sweat shirt?  I loved that sweat shirt.  I could use it.  Tie it around my back, stop the bleeding.  Where was it?  Come on Kate.  Get to your feet!  You can make it! 

I fought for control of my legs, but they wouldn’t listen.  Cold water flowed gently around me and my damp hair let loose rain drops into my eyes.  My pony tail must have fallen out.  I blinked, stay focused.  I had to stay focused. 

Finally, I got one foot under me and half stood.  The ground began to sway.  My vision blurred.  I squeezed my eyes shut, then reopened them.

Don’t pass out!  Don’t you dare pass out!  I just had to get back to the bank and find my… my… what did I have to find?  I got my other foot under me and stood.  My head was swimming.  I couldn’t think.  One step, two, three. What was that sound?  Was that a voice?  Four steps, five, I fell, splashing to my hands and knees. 

Get up!

Why? I couldn’t.  The pain, the confusion, what was happening?  Why did it hurt so much? 

The world went dark and I slipped into the void.

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4 Comments

  1. LOVE it!! 🙂 Maybe more… later, yes…? 🙂
    Was your birthday good?

    Reply
    • storygirl308

       /  November 19, 2010

      I’ll let you read that whole thing when it’s finished, how’s that? 🙂

      Yes it was.

      Reply
      • Once I’ve edited mine a bit you can read it. 🙂 Btw, what is with this stuck at 30k, hmm? As your fellow Nanoer I cannot simply accept that without giving you a boot in the pants. Planning on working on it sometime?

      • storygirl308

         /  November 23, 2010

        Okay, sounds good. 🙂

        Yeah… about that…. we’ll have to tal, and I need to make a new post. (But hopefully it will go up a bit more…)

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