A Bedroom Farce"Well, I've had it!" Ziggy groused as he tossed away another lipstick that had been worn down to a sticky nub. "It's Scary Monster who's doing this, I just know it!"
"What makes you say that?" asked Sers, who had come into his room to borrow some hairspray.
"No one else here uses as much makeup as I do," Ziggy explained, "and I keep this room locked when I'm away. It would have to be someone with unnatural powers and a love of powders who'd manage to pinch my supplies!"
"Powers? Now, now, Ziggy, there's nothing that proves Scary Monster is an actual monster much less someone who can slip in and out of a room without being noticed. You're probably just so busy you're losing track of your supplies."
"I know I'm right! You can never trust a clown " They were still arguing as they left, Ziggy locking the door behind him.
From beneath Ziggy's bed, there could be heard the crinkling of delicate fabrics. Scary Monster care
Valentine's DayThat morning, when Ziggy Stardust saw the shimmering quilt being unpacked in the common room, all bets appeared to be off.Valentine's Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This will look wonderful on my bed!" he cooed as he fingered the silver lame lace that edged the night-black satin quilt spangled with sequin stars, button moons, and velvet planets.
David heaved that particularly deep sigh that only Ziggy's antics brought out. "This isn't for you, Ziggy. The Astronettes may have sent it, but you're not the only one here with your eye on the stars."
"Well, whose is it then?" he asked with a pout.
"You'll see if you help us get it upstairs it's rather heavy."
Jealous but as ever unable to resist his curiosity, Ziggy helped David, Major Tom, and Pierrot carry it up to a particular bedroom...
"It's quite an accurate star chart," Major Tom whispered as they each took a corner of the quilt and slowly eased it onto the bed, not wanting to wake its weary occupant. "How long do you think it took the
The Obstacle CourseThe second big challenge of the competition was the obstacle course! Here's a recap of the actionThe Obstacle Course4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The wall of stardom was an imposing first obstacle. Even without his magic, Jareth scaled it nimbly and took an early lead followed closely by Monte, who apparently is used to being on the run, and Glass Spider, who certainly takes after his namesake! As for the others, Newton and Pierrot's light, slender bodies gave them an advantage in this challenge, while Sir Roland Moorecock and Vendice Partners proved a little well, to be sensitive as possible, slower with regards to their physiques and came in last.
The moss garden leg literally kept the competitors on their toes. The Thin White Duke's anxiousness served him well, as he did not step on any of the mines. Lodger was nervy too, but though he did trigger a few mines he was not fazed by the explosions. As for Ziggy Stardust, who already had problems scali
Cooking with the DukeOne could almost see stink lines emanate from the Thin White Duke's creasing brow. He had so generously offered to make dinner for the other personae, had slaved all afternoon in the kitchen, and now here the personae sat, barely nibbling at the main course.Cooking with the Duke4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His eyes flashed when they caught sight of Major Celliers chewing on the petals of a rose he had plucked from the centerpiece. "Found something more palatable than my stuffed red peppers, Major?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say more palatable," Celliers replied with his own eyes twinkling and his lips half-smiling. "But you've offered us no traditional scoop of sherbet between courses, and I have to cleanse my palate somehow."
"He has a point," said fellow military man Lieutenant Paul Von Przygodsky. "There is a certain sameness to your cooking. I mean, a salad of red peppers drizzled with red pepper vinaigrette followed by roasted red pepper soup followed by stuffed red peppers, with cand
Cable ConnectionThe walls vibrated heavily with techno beats, and the floor glimmered in crisscrossed patterns of purple, green, and red. Many people were moving their bodies in weird funky ways, trying to match their movements with that of the song.Cable Connection4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But these were no ordinary people. They were androids, robots, metal-men, whatever you like to call it... Man's last great creation (gift) to the world before being wiped off the planet for good.
The robots had no idea why they were built, what their sole purpose was in life, so they educated themselves with old human films. They watch films that showed human cops, weddings, children, actors, musicians, etc.
So motivated by the films the robots attempted to pursue the "original" roles once held by mankind, and soon there were robot weddings and robot cops.
And robot segregation...
It wasn't necessary, no not at all, and it wasn't influenced by films... Well, maybe just a little... However, rules were posted to keep the two types of robots away from each o
can't do it aloneHe's bored, which is weird for Sean, because he's the kind of guy who can find something entertaining out of anything. Give Sean a pencil, he'll scratch curse words on his wall. Give Sean a microphone, and maybe he'll sing. But it's summer vacation, a time when Sean should be out having fun, because that's just one of those things that Sean does. Sean doesn't be bored and find solo activities to do during summer vacation. He just doesn't. Except it's the last day of summer vacation, and it's raining. He thinks it's time to call Nat.can't do it alone5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nat has ultimately decided that he hates the rain. It's wet and it's heavy and it makes his hair stick. Nat he's never hated the rain until now, but he looked really fucking good today, goddamnit, and the stupid fucking rain had to go and ruin it. He could have kept his hair down and worn his favorite jeans; all dark denim threads and holes in the knees. But no. It rained. And now Nat finds himself with his hair darkened deep
Stolen Kisses Ch. 4Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 4: Wait
**Warning: Lots of Adult type touching to coin a phrase from Lixxle**
"Sarah," Sarah's roommate Vivienne whispered. No response. "Sarah!"
"Five more minutes, Viv. It's all nice and warm under here "
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Ugh what time is it?" Sarah asked not opening her eyes.
"In the morning? Jesus Christ, Viv! Too early!"
"Sarah! Did you know there's a guy in your bed?"
At these words, Sarah's eyes popped open in alarm. "Say what?"
Vivienne pointed behind her and Sarah turned her head to see a mop of blond hair sticking above the blanket. Now that she was awake, she could feel an arm draped over her waist and she could now comprehend why it was so warm and cozy, because she had Goblin King in her bed. The question was: when the hell had that happened?! "He wasn't there last
100 Themes Challenge Ch. 7100 Themes Challenge100 Themes Challenge Ch. 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
# 71: Obsession
Sarah had just settled down after a long day sorting out clothing at her job at a local retail store. A new shipment had come in just in time for the holiday season and her boss had told her more or less that she need to get those clothes out on the floor before the end of her shift or else. Sarah hadn't really wanted to contemplate what 'or else' might have meant so she'd worked at a feverish pace folding jeans, tagging sweaters, and hanging jackets. While the work had made her nine-hour shift fly by, it also made her completely exhausted by the time she trudged into her apartment at eight o'clock that night.
She hadn't even taken the time to hang her own coat up, but had simply tossed both coat and purse into a chair, toed off her shoes, and proceeded to flop on the couch, not caring that her back would hurt the next morning. As she was about to drift off, a faint tickling on the end of her nose and the smell of peaches and cinnam
Of Tea and CiderOf Tea and CiderOf Tea and Cider4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sarah, I will not takes you back to the Underground! Not no way! Not no how!" Hoggle yelled shaking a finger at the now thirty-year-old Sarah Williams; why had he promised her one birthday wish of her choosing?
"Oh come on Hoggle! It's my birthday!"
"Do you have a death wish for your birthday? Because this is a good way of gettin' 'round to it if ya do!"
"He can't still be mad at me I mean, it's been fifteen years! I won, he lost simple as that. I can't imagine that he would still be a sore loser after all these years."
Hoggle glared at the brunette before him. He'd been visiting her weekly since her trip through the labyrinth and they'd become closer friends than Hoggle would have ever thought possible. The, in his opinion, young girl before him was like a sister to him and he didn't want any harm to come to her, but she was pleading with him to take her to the
Romance is for the BirdsRomance is for the BirdsRomance is for the Birds4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One-shot. Challenge Fic. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah.
Sarah laughed as she leaned forward on the handlebars of her bicycle. She loved the swans - so much attitude. She was perfectly content to let them waddle past, smiling back at their no nonsense glares just daring her to try and take the right of way as they made their way across the road to the pond they called home. She would have to remember to bring them a treat the next time she was in the park.
Still smiling, she straightened, raising her foot to the peddle with the intent to continue her leisurely ride to the library, her favorite Saturday afternoon escape, when something small and hard bounced off the top of her head and onto the road.
"Ow." Placing her hand over the tender spot, she glared down at the culprit: a pine cone. Looking up into the branches spreading out over the street, she was suddenly hit with a barrage of small piney missiles before a mass of feathers flew into her
Candy"She must be around here somewhere " Ellis said in a sort of stage-whisper, trying to be heard without being heard.Candy4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ellis," Nick whispered back over the sound of the crying witch, "Why are we trying to look for her? Let's just keep going and find Coach and Rochelle and get the hell out of here."
"Well," the kid said in an almost thoughtful drawl, "I figure it's better to know where she is, ain't it? Then we don't run right inta her when we think we're in the clear."
Alright, so, Nick had to admit that that was pretty good reasoning. It would be just their lucky to keep walking, thinking she was tucked away in some building somewhere, only to turn the corner and run headlong and unaware into her sitting in the middle of an alley.
Still, he didn't really like this whole poking around for the witch business. He almost could help thinking that it might actually be Ellis satisfying some hick need to poke something dangerous with a stick.
Alright, he knew that wasn't really fair t
Strangers When We MeetSarah didn't care about the noises from the apartment upstairs at nine o'clock. She was so absorbed in her book she hardly heard anything outside of the rustle of its pages. Moving in was a noisy process, anyway.Strangers When We Meet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She didn't mind overmuch when she was woken up at eleven o'clock. She realized that not everyone went to bed as early as good little bookworms like herself did. She simply rolled over, pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the noise and fell back asleep.
But at two o'clock, to say she was a bit miffed was an understatement. Without bothering to put on shoes or her robe, she flung her door open, stomped up the stairs to the apartment above hers and rapped sharply on the door. As she waited for someone to answer she quickly composed what she would say. Something properly scathing but that wouldn't make them cry like the last neighbor unfortunate enough to attract her attention. (She'd never heard from Ms. Whitmore again, but she'd heard that she was teaching preschool in Flori
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
What's a Dance?What's a dance between old friends?What's a Dance?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sarah sat on a chair at the party, looking out among the other masked party-goers who wove themselves amongst each other. It was a heart-wrenching scene, even though she knew it was merely a dream. She'd never been one for masquerades, especially after that escapade when she was fifteen. It had been many years and many heart-breaking relationships since then.
She tried to be the kind of girl who was fun to date, but as she had grown older, she grew tired of the question that always came up at the end of the night. 'My place, or yours?'
It didn't matter the date number, what she ordered for dinner, or even if she simply viewed the man as a friend, they always thought that by the end of the night she'd be so enamored with them that she'd try to jump in the sack with them.
She wasn't that hard up for a good time.
One such dismal date had occurred that very evening, leaving he
Maypole DancingA Labyrinth one-shot...Maypole Dancing4 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
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
PromisesSarah was laying on her bed rereading "Alice in Wonderland" for the hundredth time. She was fuming at Jareth, didn't want to talk to anyone else, and as a result, Alice's adventure was wearing on her last nerve. For some reason, everything from the smell of fresh coffee to the fact that tomorrow was Saturday was annoying her. She felt flipped inside out and just all around pissed off, and after she drew the curtains over the window to shut out Jareth's owl form, she'd been tempted to lay waste to her room. Breaking things was a great way to get rid of stress, but she decided that cleaning up would bring the stress back.Promises4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the knock on her door, she hurled the book at the intruding noise. "What?" she snapped, sitting up and grabbing a pillow, prepared to throw that as well.
"Sarah? It's Christine."
With a defeated sigh, she muttered, "Come in." When her roommate stepped into her room, she stood from her bed and lunged at her. Christine barely stayed standing as her friend hugged her.
FaeryLocksA romantic comedy plays on ignored, volume turned down low as not to disturb sleeping parents. Slim agile digits slipping thru and pulling on fine feathery pale blonde moonlight strands, braiding those faery locks with bright rainbow ribbons. A sudden tug when his head turns uncooperatively.FaeryLocks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I will never hear the end of this, Precious." a musical voice complains sullenly between mouthfuls of buttery popcorn.
"Quiet you. A bet is a bet. And I won. Again must I add." Sarah ties off the last braid and inspects her handiwork. "Oh how the mighty have fallen. Again!"
I will speak to your fatherYou wouldn't recognize him now with his flurry of platinum blond hair slicked back and his usual royal garb temporarily exchanged for dress pants and a button up. Jareth had insisted that he be allowed to wear his soft leather boots, but had conceded to the combing of his hair. It had taken the goblin hair dresses all morning to tame it and half a jar of hair gel had been smeared into it. Jareth felt ridiculous, but for Sarah he would do anything, even dress up funny and speak to her father.I will speak to your father4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She had told him she was going to tell them he was coming over. He knew her well enough that he didn't doubt that, but it would be just like her to not tell them why. His lovely queen would make him do that part. How he dreaded it. But there was nothing to be done. He stood on the porch waiting for the door to be opened to him. The echo of the doorbell still rung through the house, and on the other side he could hear the sound of slowly and evenly paced foot steps.
Click. Click. Click.
Flight PatternsSarah sat in her apartment bedroom with her head in her hands. She was torn between feeling intense anger and weeping sorrow. She'd been fired from her job today. Not that she was terribly disappointed about that; she hated her job. The people she worked with were all assholes who gossiped more than old ladies at bingo. She'd been confined to a cubical, expected to work eight hour days that were never long enough to get all of her work done, so she'd ended up staying extra hours or coming in early and of course she'd been salaried so she didn't get paid for those extra hours. Her boss had approached her earlier that day around lunchtime. He'd pulled her aside into his office to inform her that because of her lack of ability to work with her team members and because she was falling behind in her work that he was going to have to let her go. Sarah hadn't argued, didn't say a single word to the large balding man, but had simply gone back to her desk, packed up the few personal items she hFlight Patterns4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jareth Gets MotivatedIn the dining room, Jareth was smiling and humming to himself as he slathered peach preserves on his toast.Jareth Gets Motivated4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Halloween Jack managed to catch his glance (with both eyes, having dressed in one of his American-style suits today rather than what the other personae called "that pirate getup") and asked, "So what has His Majesty in such a cheerful mood this morning?"
Jareth was startled by the question and could feel his cheeks burn to see Halloween Jack languidly leaning back in his chair, sipping his milk and expecting an answer. But there was no reason to keep things a secret, so
"If you must know, I seem to have found a means of winning my Sarah's heart at last."
"Which is?" Halloween Jack smirked.
"I will be working with an advisor to develop a strategy for my next encounter with her, let's say. All these years I lamented her turning down my offer of all her dreams come true. Well, my advisor has shown me the light, and I finally und
A Surprise Summoning [Jareth x Reader (ch2)]A Surprise Summoning [Jareth x Reader (ch2)]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You motioned to a corner of her room in which there was an open Barbie doll house with at least fifteen dolls all neatly lined up. Above that were two shelves, opposite each other on the walls, on which 30 Monster High dolls stood in their stands. “Look, you even have boy dolls. You can make them kiss or something.”
She gasped and looked at you like “ooh, you’re in trouble.”
“Oh please, you watch Nickelodeon, you practically know about sex already,” you wanted to say. But you didn’t. Instead, you said, “I’m sorry. Play with them how you want.”
You waited until she was on her knees with two dolls in her hands before you left and took a seat in the living room just through the door. The Labyrinth was opened a third time, and you began to read.
Then you heard, through the wall, in the voice of a girl imitating a man, “Dear, do you want to hear the new words I just learned? I am going to use them to confuse Rachel beca
Kiyohime Ch. 1FYI: Kusuriuri means Medicine Seller. It is not the character's name. Therefore, when he is being called Kusuriuri-san or so, it's like calling someone the barkeep, aka, by their profession.Kiyohime Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Wherever there are mononoke, he follows. When his path collides with a certain kunoichi, and she becomes a vengeful mononoke's target, can the two defy the fate foreseen for them? KusuriurixHinata, slight Onesided ShionxNaruto, HinataxNaruto.
Disclaimer: I don't even fully own my Mac yet. What makes you think I'd own Naruto and Mononoke? If I did, this shit would be canon.
They found her in the middle of her sleeping quarters. The white make up on her face was still fresh, but the usually serene face she had was contorted into a blank-eyed expression gasping for a breath never to be taken. The collar of her plum kimono was in shreds, and her neck showed signs of fresh bruising and leaked blood. Two green guards, newly enlisted into the Land of Demon's army ra
The Labyrinth of London: The Previous OccupantThe Labyrinth of London: The Previous Occupant2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Labyrinth of London
A Sherlock/Labyrinth Crossover
The Previous Occupant
"The Thin White Sleuth…"
The Almighty Disclaimer
Oh Moffat and Gatiss,
Henson and Doyle,
To you belongs all the characters
And none so for me!
A/N: While I write "The Blonde Babe", here is a little drabble about Sarah moving in with Jareth.
"JARETH! WHY IS THERE A HUMAN SKULL IN MY CLOSET!?!"
Jareth ran from the kitchen where he was doing an experiment and found Sarah kneeling before her small closet. She was holding a box with a human skull in it. How in the this world or below can she look so good in flannel pajamas?
The box was labeled "Uncle Yorick". It took Jareth a moment to remember why there was a skull in his closet. When he did remember, Jareth grinned. "Alas, poor Uncle Yorick, I knew him well."
"Jareth, I may have been here for three days but I haven't signed the lease yet. I can still leave free and clear," Sarah said.
"That is our old dealer," Jareth
Old Friends 1A Thor/Labyrinth Crossover.Old Friends 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
The God of Mischief and the Goblin King are old friends, and an invitation brings them and the women in their lives together in an attempt to unite Sarah and Jareth.
Just to let you know, Loki and Sigyn in this story are based on the couple as I have written them in my Five Kisses series (so if you haven't read that then I'd suggest that you may want to), whereas I'm taking a different look at Jareth and Sarah from the Labyrinth stories I've written.
Chapter One: Meet Jareth
Loki and Sigyn spent their afternoon in the quiet of their meadow, enjoying the warm sun that was currently casting leafy shadows over the grass. Sigyn lay on her back with her knees pulled up and a book propped against her legs. Her head rested in Loki's lap and he absentmindedly ran fingers through her curls.
This was the t