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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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Choices Scene: Gryphon Attack

This has got to be one of my favorite scenes from Choices.  I just love how it turned out.  What do you guys thinks?

I looked out from the tower room.  Abby, the little girl from the dining hall, was pinned under a fallen hut.  She clawed at the ground trying desperately to dig free.

“Abby!”  I shouted, “Hold on!  I’m coming!”

“What are you doing?  You can’t go out there!”  One of the girls grabbed my arm.

“Yes I can!”  I ripped free of her grip and bolted out of hiding straight for Abby and fell to my knees beside her.

She was crying, her dirty checks stained with tears.  “Mommy!  Where’s mommy!”

“We’re going to find her, as soon as you’re free.”  Thrusting my hands under the wall I lifted, pulling as hard as I could.  It barely moved.  I tried again.  Nothing.

“Okay Abby, I’m going to need your help.  When I say, lift up as hard as you can.  Push with your hands on the ground.  Can you do that for me?”

Abby nodded.

“Alright, ready, one, two, three, push!”

The hut moved a little more, but we weren’t able to hold it.  It fell back down on top of Abby.

“Aw!” Abby yelled when it struck her back.

“Oh Abby, I’m sorry.  Hold on!”

Abby screamed.  Her eyes grew wide and she stared at something behind me.

I turned and peeked over my shoulder.  A gryphon sat on the wall behind us, staring straight at me. Its lion shoulders hunched and eagle wings raised as it sat, poised to strike.  The rider on its back wore a masked helmet and shine-less black armor.  His mask depicted the hideous face of a distorted, scowling lion.  A single spike protruded from the top of the helm, making the wearer appear taller.

“Push Abby!  Help me!”

Abby set her little hands on the ground and strained against the wall that was crushing her.  I snuck a glance over my shoulder to check on the gryphon, it leapt from the wall and started towards us.

I pulled harder, setting my feet firmly on the ground and heaving with all of my might.

“I can move!”  Abby yelled.

“Then move out!”

She wriggled out from under the hut.  As soon as she was clear I let the heavy thing fall.  Taking Abby’s hand I hauled her away just as the gryphon pounced on the hut.  It splintered under its weight, shattering into a million pieces.

“Run!”  I pushed Abby ahead of me, hoping to protector her as much as I could.

My foot caught on a splintered board and I went sprawling to the ground.

“Aw!” I cried out as my body collided with the ground.

I rolled around, the gryphon loomed over me.  The rider’s masked face was turned my direction.  “Terren is finished!”  He yelled.

I spotted a stone, laying near my feet, “Sorry,” I leaning over and picked it up, “I don’t think so!”  I threw the stone at the rider’s face.  He held up his hands to deflect it and I ran.

Abby had tripped a few yards ahead of me.  I scooped her up as I ran past.

The gryphon screeched.  It was probably following us by now.  The keep loomed ahead.  We only had to reach it!  My lungs burned but the force of my fear kept adrenalin pumping through my body, driving me on.  A group of people stood in the doorway, waving us on.

“He’s right behind you!”  They yelled.

Abby screamed and I screamed too.

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  1. godsgirl95

     /  March 26, 2012

    Oh yes, that is one of the absolute best scenes of the book! The tension and dread are perfect! *loves*

  2. Pippin

     /  March 26, 2012

    Tension, tension, tension! *bites fingernails*

    Good job on it! I could really see it. 🙂

    PS – Got this great new book in the mail today. It’s called “Scribblings”. Done by a very talented author. You might like it. 😀 😉


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