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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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    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.
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    "The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed."
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    “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!”
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    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.
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Character Profile: Katelyn Rose

Full Name:  Katelyn Rose Hambelton     

Goes by: Kate

Nickname:  Katie Rose

Age: 18


Physical Traits: Blond hair, blue eyes, about 5’4″.

Personality Quirks/Traits:  A bit shy and uneasy in new situations.  She has her own set of opinions, but is willing to change them when proven wrong.  Curious; if there is something she wants to know, she’ll find it out.  Though she doesn’t believe she is particularly brave, those who know her well, know she is brave where it counts.  She doesn’t like cats, especially after her first day in Aeden.  Determined; once she sets her mind on something there is no turning back.  She talks to herself; allot.    

Background:  She is the second of four siblings.  She has an older brother, a younger brother and a younger sister.  Her family is Christian, but she is at a cross road in her own Faith, trying to decide what she really believes.  Her dad was in the army and came back from a deployment in Iraq a year ago, the thought of people she loves fighting in a war makes her worried and afraid.  She has just graduated from High School and has no idea of what she wants to do with her life.  She feels like she’s being pressured by everyone she knows to just do something and it’s driving her crazy.  Her relationship with her family is rather strained at the moment and she just wants to get out.

Into a New World:  In Aeden Kate is bombarded by confusion, doubts, fears, regrets, and a whole army of conflicting emotions.  She doesn’t understand how she could have ended up in a world that’s not supposed to exist, let alone have some mission in it.  Throw in a charming, selfless, handsome guy who saves her life and then takes her on a journey of a life time and suddenly things are spinning out of control and Kate fears that all too soon, the dream will be over and she will have to make the hardest choice anyone could ever face.

Intro. Scene:

Trees?  I blinked, where did the trees come from?  I sat up, gazing in bewilderment around me.

“Where am I?” I asked aloud.  This didn’t make sense. I tried to stand but a wave of dizziness made the world around me spin and I fell back to the ground.

“Oh!  My head!” I felt like I had been in a car wreck.  My head pounded away behind my eyes as if trying to separate itself from my body.  I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to mentally block the pain.  My ears began to ring and I began to shake.

Stop, please just stop!  Then, as abruptly as it had begun, it all stopped.  I opened my eyes and massaged my temples.

“What was that about?” I tried standing again, this time I was able to get to my feet.  Curiously I observed my surroundings.  I stood in a still, and quite empty, forest glade.  I tugged at my University of Washington sweat shirt.  The sun shone down brightly and it was getting warm.  I pulled a hair band off my wrist and tied my long blond hair in a pony tail. 

With a sigh I sat cross-legged on the ground.  I needed to figure out where I was.  If I was lost, the best thing was to stay put.  But was I lost?  I didn’t even know where I was or how I had gotten there.  I frowned, trying to remember what had happened.  Concentrating, I forced my memory to rewind.  Darkness, anger and frustration, lights, the sensation of falling, then waking up here.

“This is stupid!  Come on Kate, think!” I picked up a twig, broke it in two and tried again, with the same results. “Blast!  I don’t like this!”  I set my elbows on my knees and rested my chin in my hands.  That was when the ground began to shake. 

My heart jumped to my throat.  I hated earthquakes.  If there was one thing that terrified me, that was it.  Ever since that earthquake happened when I was five years old, I would never forget the thundering sound as books and figurines tumbled from my shelves as if the world had suddenly been thrown into chaos.  I looked up, waiting to see a tree come crashing towards me.  The ground shook so forcefully I had to brace myself with my hands to keep from falling over.  A thunderous boom echoed through the woods and the quake ended.  I held my breath and waited.  This place is starting to give me the creeps.  Nothing. I stood again, I didn’t care if I was lost or not, all I wanted was to get out of that clearing.

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  1. i like it

  2. storygirl308

     /  January 11, 2011

    Thank you for the comments, and thanks for stopping by my blog!


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