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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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  • “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

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A Sneak of a Peak (Birthday Special 2011)

I started this thing on here where every year on my Birthday, I give you guys an entire scene from my most current story.  Well, since I’m not going to let anyone lay so much as a wink on Wolf’s Head until it’s edited (don’t you just love NaNo novels?) I’ve decided to give you all something extra special.  That’s right, you heard correctly, EXTRA special.

I am giving you a scene from a story that has not (as of yet) made it to the draft writing-table.  This is a scene from Wrenna, Geoffrey and Luke’s story. 

Hope you enjoy this little sneak of a peak! 😀


A battle cry rang out.  Geoffrey bent the cord of his crossbow until it locked into the catch, then set a bolt into the channel. 

“Ready yourself.”

Luke drew his sword and stood at Geoffrey’s side by the door.  He looked over his shoulder at Wrenna and Shea.  Wrenna stood clutching the table top while the older woman drew two flintlock pistols from a high cupboard.

“Mercenaries?”  Wrenna asked.  She gazed at Luke.

“Stay back.  They don’t know we’re here.”

“That won’t matter,” Shea loaded flint into the first pistols cock and tamped power down the muzzle.  “They’re here to loot the village and to kill as many as they can.  You can be sure they will search every house.”  She finished loading the gun then handed it to Wrenna.

“I… I’ve never fired…” 

Shea took Wrenna’s hand, forcing her to except the weapon, “Learn now.”

“Is that necessary?”  Luke asked. 

“This is life or death boy.  It’s necessary.” 

“We’ve got company!”  Geoffrey called out.

Shea grabbed the second pistol and hastily loaded it.  “Pull the table over!”  She instructed.  “We can use it as a shield if we have to.” 

Wrenna and Luke helped her push the table onto its side.  Luke returned to Geoffrey at the door and Wrenna and Shea crouched behind the table, pistols ready.

Wrenna heard a click as the arrow sped from Geoffrey’s cross bow.  The sound was soon followed by the scream of a man.  Geoffrey hastily loaded another arrow and fired before flinging down the weapon and drawing his sword just in time to meet the blow of a mercenary’s thick blade.  

Geoffrey was forced out the door by his attacker and three mercenaries charged into the house.  Luke felled one before he could react, dropping the man on the threshold.  Shea fired her pistol, sending the second mercenary spinning to the ground with a cry. 

The third charged into the table, knocking it over and pinning Shea underneath.  The old woman struggled, but could not free herself.  Wrenna tried to help her, but the mercenary grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away.

Wrenna screamed, clutched at her scalp.  Luke tackled the mercenary.  The two men went tumbling over the table; the mercenary’s sword went flying.   Wrenna scrambled up, backing against the wall.  The mercenary kicked at Luke’s stomach, sending him backwards into the cupboards.  Luke crashed into the cupboards, the sound of wood cracking rang in the air and Luke crumpled to the ground with a groan.

“Luke!”  Wrenna cried.  

The mercenary picked up his sword and stalked towards Luke’s limp form.  Wrenna picked up her pistol, pointed it at the mercenary and fired. 


The flint flashed in a cloud of smoke followed by the mercenary’s agonizing cry.

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  1. My eyes were glued to the screen, my mouth was a gaping..um..cavern, and I was devestated when it ended 😀


    Happy Birthday SG!!!!!!! You rock!

  2. Pippin

     /  November 19, 2011

    O.O Wrenna, Geoffrey, and Luke???? YESSSS!!!
    I miss talking…er…my charries miss talking to them. 😀

    Ohhh….I like…muchly! *NODNOD* Can’t wait to read more of this one…

    Happy Birthday, SG. Hope you have/had a blessed, fun-filled day! *hands balloon*

  3. storygirl308

     /  November 21, 2011

    Thank you! 🙂

  4. Happy Birthday and thank you for the sneak preview. You are so thoughtful! And I was glued to my chair in front of the monitor. 🙂


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