101 ways to annoy JarethInspired by ZippyTheAvengers 101 ways to bother the Phantom. It really made me laugh and think about other characters thatd be fun to annoy and the Goblin King just screamed victim at me *grins evilly*101 ways to annoy Jareth6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
101 Ways to Infuriate the Goblin King
1: Replace his tight tights with short shorts (it just had to be done).
2: Steal his socks (you all know why) *tries not to stare at his crotch*
3: Every time you see him run full speed at him shouting tag and knock him over. Repeat this till he catches on
4: Repeat the above, then laugh at him when he attempts to run after you. Running in those boots cannot be easy
5: Next time a baby is wished away steal it from him yelling ITS MINE! ITS MINE!!!!!!
6: Tell him that straight and sleek shampoo will help every time he looks depressed
7: Sing all the songs in the Labyrinth in a high pitched and annoying tone
8: Repeat the above as often as possible
9: Show the fierys where the cast
The Reference Ch. 2The ReferenceThe Reference Ch. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2: Discoveries
Jareth waited a couple of minutes after Sarah left to move. He was still impressed by her acceptance of the situation, and because of that he wanted to respect her command to stay out of her room... but temptation is great. He slowly moved toward her room, but as his hand was about to touch the doorknob, he pulled back sharply and reprimanded himself. There were plenty of other places in the apartment to explore without invading her bedroom.
Trying to ignore the tempting door to Sarah's bedchamber, Jareth moved into the room he'd slept in last night. He glared at the small couch; a love seat that wasn't quite long enough to allow him to stretch out then turned his gaze to the rest of the small room. A small boxy TV sat across from the couch with a coffee table separating the two. One wall held a medium sized window and another was completely covered with bookshelves.
Maypole DancingA Labyrinth one-shot...Maypole Dancing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah stood anxiously awaiting the dance to begin. The grassy field was full of smiling people who stood in one of two circles. The outer circle was the larger one, full of spectators who joyously cheered and called out for those in the inner circle. The inner circle was comprised of the dancers. Each held a long twenty-foot strand of ribbon in their hands, prepared to start the dance at the call of the Master of Ceremonies. Sarah herself, stood in the inner circle, dressed in one of her mother's old costumes and a flower circlet in her dark hair let loose to blow in the slight breeze.
She smiled widely and her hands gripped the green ribbon in her hands tighter. The other nineteen dancers swayed, ready for the dance to begin. The Master of Ceremonies, a tall man dressed in traditional Irish garb, walked to the center near the maypole. He held up his hands and the crowd fell silent. "Welcome to the thirteenth annual May Day festival!" he greeted th
In Search of Dreams ch. 3Sunlight spilled across the polished wood floor of Sarah's apartment, brightening the room with a soft golden glow. Stretching slowly, Sarah yawned and pulled back the plush comforter of her bed. Her fuzzy slippers padded across the room and into the kitchen, falling into her morning ritual of coffee and toast. The cozy studio was small, but adequate, just enough for what she needed. She had moved out to LA when she was nineteen, and with the help of her family and some friends she settled in to a fairly decent area on the outskirts of the city. She had found a room with decent rent, close by to all that she needed. Furnished according to her unique tastes, the apartment was calm and gentle, colored in soft browns and crèmes and taupes. Tiny figurines of fantastic and mythical creatures dotted the room, peering out at her from behind corners. Sarah sank down into her chair, languidly sipping her morning coffee. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed loudly and pondered her stIn Search of Dreams ch. 33 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Reference Ch. 16The ReferenceThe Reference Ch. 163 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 16: Consciousnesses
Jackie stood frozen to the spot as Jareth rushed forward to free Sarah from the dragon's clutches. It felt like her feet were glued to the floor and her lungs were reluctant to work. Jareth had ordered her to not put herself in unnecessary danger, but how could she leave her best friend to fend for herself against a dragon? She watched as Jareth was swept backwards off his feet in a single swoop from the dragon's tail. A sickening thud announced his body's meeting with the wall and she cringed.
Oh god how was she suppose to compete with that beast? Even if Jareth had magic, she had doubts defeating the creature would be simple. Jackie watched as Sarah managed to free herself from the quicksilver coils and ran towards Jareth only to be pulled up short by that damn tail. Everything happened so fast then, the dragon's foot reached out and pinned Sarah then its talons were sinking into her back. Jareth was still completely out of it ag
Christmas UndergroundTo say Jareth was not pleased was a grave understatement. The Goblin King was currently pacing the throne room, expression furious, yet resigned and grim. Sarah was outside, trudging through the snow piling up in the Goblin City, humming a tune. The goblins had strewn glitter-encrusted dead vines over their roofs, and had filled the fountain with what Sarah could only assume was the Underground version of apple cider. She hurried up the steps and dashed into the throne room.Christmas Underground4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"SHHHHHHHHHH!!" The goblins had their fingers pressed to their lips, well, some of them had jammed them up their noses or into their mouth, but still. Jareth turned, eye twitching.
"There is nothing 'merry' about 'Christmas', Sarah."
"No. Hearing 'Rosalinda the red-beaked chicken' for four hours straight and having no wine, only ale that tastes like Bog Water brewed in a troll's armpit is not fun for me. Not to mention that my Labyrinth looks much less menacing 'decorated' for the h
The Reference Ch.1The ReferenceThe Reference Ch.14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1: Twenty-Seven Days?!
Sarah Williams lightly dipped her brush in the burnt umber then mixed it with a little portrait pink before gently drawing the tip of the brush down the canvas, drawing a thin curved line. She instinctively started to create the mental image in her head as she drew the interesting picture on the huge white surface. Shortly after, she sighed as she stopped and looked at the partly finished picture before her. He never came out as she wanted him to, despite how many times she tried. Countless times had she tried to at least create his silhouette, but it never came even close to how she truly wanted it. Deciding to make this a learning experience, she continued painting and went into the "This was just practice" state of mind. Several hours, brushes, and a few choice words later, Sarah looked at the finished result, she took a few steps back in a positive not
As The World Falls Down Ch. 2Chapter 2- Looking BackAs The World Falls Down Ch. 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sarah drove down the winding roads until she came to a familiar sign sitting low to the ground.
"Oakridge Park," she sighed.
She parked the car and started walking towards the stone bridge ahead. She stopped at the middle of the small bridge to look at a wood bench and a stone pillar that she was headed to. Her chest tightened. She walked to the bench that held so many memories. She sat down and her mind drifted back to when she was about 10 years old.....
Sarah stood outside her parents rooms listening to them scream at each other. Tears poured down her fa
The Reference Ch. 7Chapter 7: "Date" #2The Reference Ch. 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah slept in late the next day, completely enjoying the sunlight coming through her window and warming her blankets. Around ten o'clock, she finally rolled out of bed and took a shower. The hot steam only furthering her blissfulness. Upon exiting the bathroom, she noticed that Jareth wasn't on the couch or in the kitchen. She shrugged; perhaps he'd taken to sleeping in the loft? She was half tempted to go wake him up, but then figured that since he was trying to be nice, she would too. Instead she went back to her room to change into her clothes for the day, a comfy pair of jeans and a t-shirt with an overly large worn sweatshirt proclaiming the legend Ziggy Stardust with a picture of said Ziggy underneath.
Sarah went into the kitchen to start lunch around eleven. Despite the fact that she did not cook very often on her stove, it did not mean she was not familiar with the concepts
In Search of Dreams ch. 1Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't sue me.In Search of Dreams ch. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In Search of Dreams
Sometimes the way forward, is the way back
In the darkened room of her small LA apartment, Sarah Williams slept uneasily. A chill breeze swept in through the window, brushing over her brow like a cool, caring hand. The sheer curtains fluttered in the wind, and the sounds of the city streets far below were faint and distant. Sarah tossed fitfully, tangling herself in sweat-soaked sheets.
Don't defy me
Sarah whimpered softly in her sleep as the words echoed through her head, in a cool commanding voice, laced with power and a hint of cruelty. She ran into the dream, and kept running as images flashed before her mind's eye. An owl flew after her, wings beating softly, as she ran through a deserted park. Rain flew in her face and her hands were numb with cold. The water soaked into her skin and blurred her vision. Her feet slid on the muddy grass and she pitched forward with a startled yell.
Such a pity
The Reference Ch. 12The ReferenceThe Reference Ch. 124 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 12: Sometimes Being A Woman Sucks
The next three days passed quite pleasantly for both Sarah and Jareth. Their days were spent in competition between backgammon, chess, several card games, and Chinese checkers, and Sarah kept at her art, having Jareth pose for her again as she drew in her sketch pad. They hadn't had time to pack her painting supplies, and in all reality, there was too much supplies to conveniently bring along, so Sarah had settled for simply bringing her sketch pad and a few pencils.
It was during a drawing session on the fourth day that the pain had become too much for Sarah. She'd been having a headache all day and she'd asked Jareth to pose for her so she could draw in an attempt to go into that blank space she was always swept to when she really got into her art. Jareth was sitting leisurely in the armchair next to the sofa, one booted foot propped on the arm. Sarah kept glancing back at him to get the correct pose sketched out, but it
Remembering - PrequelRemembering - Prequel3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"If I traded it all,
If I gave it all away,
for one thing,
just for one thing..
wouldn't that be something?"
Finger 11, "One thing"
"The Court now recognizes Jareth, King of the Land of Goblins, Ruler of the Labyrinth and surrounding properties." Hushed whisperings immediately circled through the people gathered. Jareth had never appeared as a petitioner before the Court.
No one in the Goblin King's kingdom knew how old he was, or how long he had been the ruler of the Labyrinth. But everyone knew that he had always been alone, to rule over the land and the creatures and the magic. Everyone in his kingdom knew of the girl who had bested his Labyrinth; the only one known in history to have done so, and everyone knew how angry the King was to have lost at his game. But no one realized how quickly the smart, stubborn, beautiful young girl had found a way into the Goblin King's heart.
It was for this reason, several years later, that he now found himself standing in the cent
Wake UpWake UpWake Up4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by: Ismira Daugene
Labyrinth (c) Hensen, Froud, and Lucas
"Shut up already, will you?!" Sarah Williams yelled at the buzzing alarm clock on her nightstand before slamming her palm down on the snooze button.
Her hand flopped back onto the bed, as she rolled over onto her stomach and buried her head in her pillow, the last vestiges of a pleasant dream fading away. "Sarah! Come on! You're going to be late!" Karen's shrill voice called from outside the bedroom.
Sarah groaned. Was it too much to ask for five more minutes? Of course it was Grudgingly, Sarah rolled out of bed, her hair a mess of tangles that covered her face, making her look like a relative of Cousin It. Blind to her surroundings, she deftly made her way out of her bedroom and to the bathroom, slamming the door in the process. She emerged twenty minutes later wrapped in a towel, teeth brushed, and hair
Little Books Chp 4Little BooksLittle Books Chp 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The Lost One"
Sarah awoke in her room. It confused her how she got there, sitting up she was immediately pushed down by hands. At first she panicked but then realised it was just Dr. Miles, the practitioner down the road. He frowned at her.
"Have a bad dream? I'm sorry to startle you. Sarah, you need to lie down. You passed out from exhaustion. Your father is so worried about you, he brought you home. Please, rest. Now, follow the light with your eyes please." He said conducting a manner of tests on her while Sarah sat dazed by the whole situation. The Doctor left and she could hear his feet on the stairs as he went to talk to her father.
"Oh joy. What nonsense I'll hear about this." she said lying down and snuggling in to her duvet. Her room was dark and as she glanced at her clock, it read 05:32 DD. Sarah was still so tired and she couldn't be bothered to give the stupid numbers a second thought. Sighing, she fanned her hair out onto the pillow behind her. Sar
Strangers When We Meet Part 2A knock on the door the next evening drew Sarah out of her book, right out of the cold Russian winter the hero was facing to save his people from the cruel tyranny of the sorcerer that had overthrown the rightful kinga second knock pulled her attention away from the page fully. With a frustrated huff she snapped her book shut and stood. When she reached the door she jerked it open, prepared to chew out whoever had interrupted her reading. But the man from last night was standing there, smiling disarmingly, holding a bottle of wine and a CD, and somehow she found herself simply stepping aside and allowing him into her home. He rambled into her living room as easily as if it were his own and she followed, feeling rather as if by his being in it, the room seemed to belong to him and she was the one visiting. She watched him as his gaze swept over the room filled with her cozy furniture, bookcases and paintings of various scenery, before turning to her.Strangers When We Meet Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry about my friends la
The Reference Ch. 9The ReferenceThe Reference Ch. 94 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 9: Benign
"Master, forgive me. I tried calling her several times yesterday and today. She either has not been at home or is not answering her phone."
"I want results, Todd. You have a week until you feel my displeasure. Sarah Williams is the key to our success. I don't care how you do it anymore, just get me the information I need by the end of seven days hence!"
Todd bowed low before the mirror that showed not a reflection, but the image of his enraged Master. "Yes, Master, it shall be as you say."
He glanced back up to see the mirror shimmer and return to its normal self. Letting out a sigh of rel
Strangers When We Meet 3Jareth flipped the kickstand down as he stepped off his motorcycle, carefully lifting his helmet off his head and shaking his hair out, running a careless gloved hand through it as he walked toward the house. The sun was shining and the birds were flitting happily from branch to branch. All was right with the world and nothing short of a natural disaster could have possibly wiped the cheerful smile off of his face today. Before he'd gotten three steps away from his bike, he heard a cacophonous clang from the garage, their makeshift practice room for the past three years and turned to open the door. Inside were all of his band mates, sprawled bonelessly across a pair of threadbare couches and some beanbag chairs, some strumming guitars, one twirling a pair of drumsticks in such a lazy way Jareth wouldn't have been surprised if they slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.Strangers When We Meet 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ah, the rock star finally decides to grace us with his presence." The irritated voice belonged, of cour
100 Themes Challenge Ch. 9Chapter 9100 Themes Challenge Ch. 93 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
# 2: Love
He'd waited all morning for an audience with the king, and now it was nearing the afternoon hour when petitions would end and all those who hadn't been heard would have to wait till the next day. Personally, he thought it a bit ridiculous to have to wait behind all of these silly goblins. The majority of the creatures were there with simple requests that didn't really need the king's attention. He however had something important to discuss with King Jareth and Queen Sarah. The fact that he'd put it off this long only made it more urgent that he see the royal couple.
The fairies along the outer wall of the labyrinth were becoming too much. It was one thing to have a small nest of the pests for flower fertilization, but the nest had grown considerably since Lady Sarah had taken the crown. He wasn't quite sure at the connection, but Queen Sarah was the only being able to command the fairie horde with any amount of success. He needed her help, though he was loath to adm
Through the Open DoorsPrologueThrough the Open Doors3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Time has no crutch, the wind has no boundaries, and this world has no end; imagination has no limit. The wind dances through the dry leaves of broken trees, the water gently trinkled in every which way, the walls swiftly move to form a new puzzle, and the creatures creep and hiss within the luscious life of mother nature. It is more than a Labyrinth; it is more than a Wonderland; it is more... It is more... The trees curl, the ground moves, walls crackle; this world is alive... The very best of Father Time and Mother Nature, and it is original. This is life, this is paradise, and it all starts with...
-Once Upon A Time-
With nothing but a long, thick, white, long sleeve shirt from her keeper, a redheaded beauty walks along the rubble of the rock infested ground. Using the winding trees as leverage, she walks with haste, following the winding trails, knowing that the guards are not far behind. She has been traveling this endless trails and complicated interpretation of life sin
Stolen Kisses Ch. 10Chapter 10: Impulse and ForethoughtStolen Kisses Ch. 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You can do this, Sarah," the young collegiate woman whispered to herself as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in the back of the theatre department. Everyone who was leaving for spring break had already left earlier that day, even Vivienne, and campus was silent. However the quiet was allowing for her brain to re-think her mission. Despite the fact that she'd been looking forward to this for the past two weeks, now that she was on the verge of doing it, her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking as she stood fidgeting in the long regency style dress she'd borrowed from the costume department. Thoughts kept running through her head like what if she couldn't get back? What if Jareth wasn't happy to see her at all? What if those problems he kept talking about had escalated and now the Underground was at war? It would explain why he hadn't been able to visit her.
She took a shaky breath and tried to calm her nerves. She'd prepar
Everyone Knows This Is NowhereEveryone Knows This Is NowhereEveryone Knows This Is Nowhere4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sarah Williams was not an ordinary person. She didn't have an average life. She didn't have average friends and she did not see average everyday things. She had never been an average person because she was one of only a handful of human mortals who were granted with what some like to call the sight. Some mortals with the sight were sidhe seers; however, Sarah always saw much more than simply the Fae.
This fact, however, was not something Sarah herself had always known. When she was far younger, she had believed with all her heart and had known what she saw. She hadn't always been aware that everyone else didn't see these things. As she grew, she dismissed the creatures of her childhood as the whimsies of a fanciful mind.
When Sarah turned fifteen, though, things were forever changed when she ventured the land of the Fae. Suddenly, she discovered that everything she'd been telling herself for years was untrue. She realized tha
In dreams 2 Jareth Sarah 13Chapter two: The Looking OrbIn dreams 2 Jareth Sarah 136 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been three days since Hoggle had left the orb on her vanity table. Sarah had managed to resist its siren call, although Toby was fascinated by the bloody thing, and would keep pointing at it going, Jaa, jaa! She would patiently correct him, saying, No, its an o-r-b. At which point, Toby would change to, Gob, gob! Sarah would then give up: it was fortunate that Toby hadnt been too old when his little abduction had taken place, otherwise she wondered what her father and stepmother would have made of words like goblin, bounce bounce, king and most importantly, bad wish!
For the fiftieth time, she looked at the innocent crystal object. Colours played over its surface, as if it were made of oil or inlaid with mother of pearl. But no: it was a crystal, nothing more in his words. She slapped the side of her head: she shouldnt be using his words.
As The World Falls Down--1It was mid-afternoon in Salazen Grum; and both the sun and the Red Queen had reached their peak and were now beginning to descend. The sun was traveling west; the Queen was allowing herself to sink into a state of nervousness.As The World Falls Down--14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was testy and irritable, as she usually was, but today's events seemed to goad within her a certain anxiousness to accompany her bad temper.
Stayne, standing dutifully next to her, watched her fingers clench and unclench on the arms of the throne. She bit her lip and made a visible attempt to relax, leaning back into the large throne as far as her massive head would allow, only to lean forward again, picking up her small scepter to flick some imaginary dust off of it.
The Knave's brows creased, not so much out of concern than for curiosity. Normally when the Red Queen had something on her mind, some trifle or another, she wasted no time in whining to him about how it wasn't fair or that it was giving her a headache.
100 Themes Challenge Ch. 5100 Themes Challenge100 Themes Challenge Ch. 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
#96: In The Storm
Sarah rubbed her hands against her sweater-clad arms as she stared out into the swirling snow. The blizzard had come upon them with almost no warning, and the weather crews had scrambled about trying to explain how the storm could have cropped up so suddenly.
Sarah really didn't mind though. She was one of the lucky few to have gotten home right before the storm started. In fact the first few flakes had fallen right as she'd gotten out of her car and walked into her small second story apartment.
She smiled as she felt a presence behind her. A warm body pressed against her back and wrapped its arms around her abdomen. "Oh the weather outside is frightful," an accented voice whispered into her ear. She leaned back into his embrace. "But the fire is so delightful," he continued.
"I don't have a fireplace, Jareth," she said.
He turned with her and her mouth d