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
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
Crazy Boy"Where do you go at night, Alex?" Nick muttered, quite drunk and half asleep on Alex's shoulder.Crazy Boy8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The tour van shuddered, lurching along a patch of bare, rocky road. They'd been driving along an endless stretch of desert for hours now. They'd all watched the sun set on the Nevada skyline, and then disappeared into their bunks, trying to catch sleep. Alex had been sitting on a sofa and gazing out the window for almost all of the trip. He'd blanked out almost completely. The band knew Alex's glazed-over moods well. He went into his own world quite often. Who didn't?
And sometime in the middle of the night, as Alex was about to retreat into his bunk, a very wasted Nick crawled over to the sofa, lifted himself onto it, and drooped onto Alex's shoulder. Alex wasn't very surprised. Nick did this more often than one would imagine. It was like Nick came to Alex for comfort and reassurance on the road. Much to Alex's dismay, however, this was often when Nick was too drunk to care. With a quiet "
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
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
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
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
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!"
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
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.