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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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Dreams vs. Dreams

Some of my random thoughts…


Created, imagined,

Innocent, pure,

Evolve, establish,

Longing, seeking,

Pursue, polish

Future, fear,

Battle, turmoil,

Courage, overcome,

Believe, achieve.


Vision, subconscious

Fog, unconscious-consciousness,

Timeless, journey,

Uncontrolled, random,

Familiar, within,

Playing, mocking,

Riddle, chaos,

Struggle, gripping,

Wake, haunt.


Dance in the Rain

Look up my child and dance in the rain,
I’ll wash away the burden of pain.
Your fears are but shadows that cover the road,
I’m walking beside you, please give me your load.

This life may harm you and people tear down,
But keep your heart open for my still small sound.
You may feel devoured, with nothing to gain.
So take my hand my beloved and dance in the rain.

A Little Imagination

Here we are, my final story for my Fiction writing class.  For this, the assignment was to write a story in a different form from what we had written before.  I decided to try my hand at writing a poem story.  I had a lot of fun writing it, though in my opinion it could still use a little work.  Even so, I’m pretty happy with the turn out. 

Read and enjoy.  🙂 

P.S.  To Garret: It’s not Beowulf, but here you go. 😉

A Little Imagination

Corridors of darkness where no spark of light be found,

Is where our hero treads his courage is unbound.

He walks with silent footfalls as quiet as the night,

A sword clasped in hand he wields an awesome might.


A figure at his shoulder sits to offer aid and guidance,

Her little wings sparkle and gleam with fair reliance.

Her tiny voice steers him on for her magic eyes can see,

In the darkness no eyes are better than a fairy’s eyes can be.


Together they embark on a quest of great weight and degree,

To find a land of toil and strain and set it’s captives free.

They journeyed long to find this place and now they’re at the door,

A portal awaits, they must pass through but then they hear the roar.


A mighty beast with flaming tongue out from the darkness bounds,

 Its great clawed feet upon the earth beats and stomps and pounds,

Seeing the beast our hero thinks, “Perhaps we should depart.”

The fairy flutters and whispered, “No, now be brave take heart!”


“Take up our sword and slay the beast take courage and stand fast,

For once this fiend is dead and gone, into the land we pass!”

So our hero raises his gleaming sword and charges at his foe,

And delivers to its chest a mighty thrust and blow.


The monster screams and fire pours from its gapping maw,

It tries to snare our hero with his outstretched reaching claw.

But our hero ducks then thrusts and stabs with every bit of force,

The beast then falls and breaths his last, our hero stumbles forth.


Into the portal they now walk, our hero and his fairy,

They’ve done a great deed they’ve slain the beast, but no they must not tarry.

On they go and pass into the land of toil and dread,

Over hill through the dales across the land they tread.


To find the captives bound in chains pleading for a way,

For someone to come and set them free and bring a sunny day.

But something has happened someone’s here, watching our hero daring,

To cross this land amidst the grief and strife and evil glaring.


“Johnny boy,” a voice comes through our hero stops and turns,

His mother stands inside the door, his stomach flips and churns.

“The night is late why are you up, why aren’t you now in bed?

You should be sleeping Johnny boy, that’s what your father said.”


“I was playing a game mother dear, I was a hero brave,

“My fairy here was helping me, the captive we must save!”

His mother smiles and shakes her head, “To bed you now must go,

You can play tomorrow then in daylight you can fight your foe.”


And so our hero drops his sword that’s really made of wood,

And places the fairy back on the shelf next to his Robin Hood.

His mother tucks him tight in bed and tells her boy good night,

“What an imagination you have,” She whispers turning out the light

To Forget

I wrote this last month.  It was one of those days when change seemed to be the enemy, laughing as I tried to hold on to things that once were: forgotten memories.  It was sort of meant to be a song, but I couldn’t quite get it to fit into that format.  It’s not my best work, I was more trying to force the thoughts out of my head then letting inspiration flow, but  anyway, here it is.  Let me know what you think.


This day would come, this we always knew,
We spun such wondrous dream, me and you.
The adventures we had, the magic we made,
Good times gone by, they now start to fade.

Now I’m saying goodbye, when it should have been hello,
You smile and wave, your face all aglow.
I hold back the tears; it shouldn’t be this way,
My breaking heart overflows with dismay.

As I watch you leave, the memories replay,
But their vibrant colors have all turned to gray.
I cling to the elusive drops as it begins to rain,
When I see you next, will it still be the same?

Do you understand? Or am I alone?
If I call, will you still pick up the phone?
This shouldn’t hurt, but the pain pierces deep,
The glass of broken promises you swore you would keep.

But I’ll always love you, I’ll never forget,
No matter what, never hold you do your debt.
I’ll always be there, even if you don’t see,
I’ll be waiting forever, beneath our memory tree.

Caught In a Cave In

I wrote this poem this afternoon.  I had a burst of inspiration and I quite like the outcome.


Went for a walk through the caves of my life,

Found rocks and webs of madness and strife.

A lake filled with memories I’ve tried to forget,

Moments in time I wished to reset.


Caught in a cave in, no light up ahead,

Life becomes stagnate, gloomy and dead,

Caught in a land slide, the walls closing in,

The war raged with chaos, a fight I can’t win.


Trapped in a cave of bitterness and suspicions,

Locked in by fear and my own lost ambitions.

Hands bloodied from digging, a futile attempt,

Do dig myself free of life’s strife and contempt.


Caught in a cave in, is there light up ahead?

Life bound in shackles, misery and dread,

Caught in a land slide, walls built high by sin,

The chaos advances, regret tumbles in.


Hope becomes despair, the darkness devours,

The dreams I once had tuned to misuse filled hours.

I cry out for mercy as chains bind my life,

My heart stabbed by hurt, I clutch at the knife.


Caught in a cave in, the void looms ahead,

Cries echo around from the past and the dead,

Caught in a land slide, the walls hem me in,

The laughter of chaos cries out, “We shall win!”


A glint of light sets the darkness a fire,

Illuminates my form stuck tight in the mire.

I voice calls my name in love and compassion,

My soul fills with hope, joy and new passion.


Freed from a cave in, now light’s up ahead,

My life, reborn shouts and mocks at the dead.

Freed from a land slide, the walls turn and run,

Chaos defeated the fight He has won.


Pulled from the caves of regret and lost time,

Pulled from the muck, on an up slope I climb.

Fears swept away by His almighty hand,

Heart healed from pain in triumph I stand.


Freed from a cave in, light leads me ahead,

My life is restored no more will I dread.

Freed from a land slide, no walls keep me now,

Covered by grace at His high throne I bow.

Kate’s Poem (Revised)

In CHOICES, the hero Kate writes a poem in an effort to understand her circumstances.  The first version needed some work and I have finally revised it.  Here is the revised version.

Comments are welcome!  I’m very open to suggestions on how to improve it more. 🙂

Over dark mountains I glide, on windswept clouds I ride.
To a land that evil had claimed, to a heart that time had maimed.
Where adventure laid in wait, where love plotted with fate.
I stepped into a world of doom, entwined in life’s cruel loom.
A land torn by heartache and war, a land hurting down to its core,
Could I stay in this magical place, what would it cost to escape my fate?
How could I wish to stay? How could life have changed and pulled me away?
I dream of returning home, but here is where I wish to roam.
Time will pass and the seasons change, but will time my worlds exchange?
My heart begins to dream, my soul has taken wing.
But reality creeps in overwhelming my dreams, reality against me schemes.
What can the future bring but pain, how can I break free of these chains?
My scattered thoughts perplex and confuse, a choice, but what should choose?

A Bit of Silliness

I found this poem hiding in my files and thought I would share it here.  This was a poem I wrote for a challenge (a long time ago) on the writer’s forum I am a part of.  It was just a bit of silliness, but it was quite fun. 🙂 
(Brownie points to any OYANer reading this who can remember this topic.)   


Sorry, really I am,
So post a poem,
How ’bout one on Sam?
Did you see my comb?

Now I have to think,
To come up with a rhyme,
What about the kitchen sink?
But, will that mess with the time?

Aah! My brain won’t stay on topic,
What shall I say now?
I want to go to the tropic!
There went my cow.

How’s this for a poem,
How was the rhyme?
Oh! I found my comb.
I must go, I’m out of time. 

*    *   *   *   *

 Oh, you like my poem,
How thrilled am I!
I’ll write it in a tome.
Then sing to the sky!

Peace Be Still

It doesn’t rhyme, but this is my heart. 

Dedicated to everyone in UCG.  Love you guys.


The world can tumble all around, seas can rise and seas can fall,

But I will listen to that voice, that calmly whispers in my ear.

Peace, be still.

Hate can rage and pain devour, shackles bind and cage me in,

But I will cling to that hand, that gently guides me through it all.

Peace, be still.

Life can take my time and goals, hem me in and not let go,

But I will seek that life so dear, He gave it up to let me live.

Peace, be still.

Though guilt may chase, and sorrows fight, and evil come knocking at my door,

I will stand with the One who guards me, through the all consuming fire.

Peace, be still.

Though family leaves and friends forsake me, though God seems far away,

Through times of joy and times of sadness, I will lean on Him who rules it all.

Peace, be still.

Prison Walls

 This is a poem I wrote back in ’08 about our mind set, (it’s rather rough, but the message is clear). It speaks about the spiritual prisons that we create for ourselves.  These prisons could be fear, doubt, bitterness, hate, guilt, pride, lies and many others.  We build these high walls around ourselves, becoming trapped in a cell of our own making.  The only one who can free us is Christ, yet it takes us forever to finally call out to Him for help.


Held captive by a state of mind,

Is a prison of a different kind. 

One we build ourselves into,

Those who escape the cells are few.


The prison walls are high and stout,

Built over time with fear and doubt.

We cry out from our self built cell,

Not knowing it is we who have made the spells.


The only way you may be saved,

Is to cling to the truth which Christ gave.

For it will break down the walls of any prison,

This truth that Christ died and has risen.

“Can’t” by Edger Guest

I have kept this poem close to me for many years.  It’s been tacked up where I work, or written in side the front cover of my notebooks.  What it has to say is very true, (but with one flaw, God is not in it).  Even so, I hope it will be as encouraging to you as it is to me.  

Never say I can’t.


Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a timely sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.

Can’t is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and halfhearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.

Can’t is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man’s purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday shall gain.

Can’t is the word that is foe to ambition,
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed ’twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
and answer this demon by saying: “I can.”

~Edgar A. Guest~

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