Power Over You - Labyrinth -Jareth~ Power Over You ~
There's a silence.
It's hanging in the air.
Say your right words,
Oh, clearly, if you dare.
I have the power
To make your dreams come true.
Yes, I have power
And I will take from you
That which you claim
To wish to lack.
What would you go through
To make your way
To get it back?
Here is the moment
In which the choice is made.
Such a sweet tremble...
That your voice betrayed.
Turn back, Sarah.
Turn back, before it's too late.
There is no winning in this.
I, too, am resigned to that fate.
Oh, you cower.
I was frightening. Yes, it's true.
I have such power
Such a pity...
It's further than you think.
Time is short,
And things can change each time you blink.
What would you give?
What do you say?
Do you have what it takes?
How can I live
This every day?
How about upping the stakes?
Don't try me.
Don't defy me.
Deny my power,
But you know it's true...
That I have power
It's not fair?
You say that so often.
I wonder wha
Magical Past: Just a Toy, Nothing MoreMagical Past: Just a Toy, Nothing More2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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She was running late. Naturally. Rehearsal ran until two-thirty instead of ending as planned at two o’clock. In this case, it was a good thing; it was going well, and their director, Jeremy, was pleased. But that didn’t stop Autumn from groaning about it as she walked into the local toy store.
She was on a mission, and nothing and nobody would delay her further.
Today was the day she got to meet her god-daughter, her unofficial niece: Sarah, the daughter of her fellow company-member Linda. She simply couldn’t arrive empty-handed!
As Autumn quickly pushed the door open, the bell jingled rapidly. The clerk at the register must have noticed the determined expression on this shopper’s face, because he purposefully didn’t mention that the store was due to close for inventory in ten minutes; the large signs in the store windows and by the register were all too clear on the subject.
Autumn sighed as she scann
Within Dreams - Ch 1 - Labyrinth Fan FicWithin Dreams - Ch 1 - Labyrinth Fan Fic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
STRANGERS WELL MET
The harsh blaring of Sarah's alarm clock jolted her, as it did every weekday at 5:25 a.m., and her hand smashed it into submission. Horrible inventions should be outlawed in all fifty states and whatever territories the U.S. currently claimed partial ownership.
'Hell, might as well wipe them from this entire world's plane of existence while I'm at it,' Sarah thought, cheerfully indulging in her nine-minute snooze induced fantasy. 'I'll probably be declared an international hero.' A tiny smirk formed on her lips as she imagined a world free of pre-dawn morning alarms. Someday, she promised herself. As soon as her moderate book sales really took off she would quit her full-time day job as an editor and devote all her time to writing; all her non-oh-my-God-it's-too-flipping-early-time that is. The alarm blared again. Alarmmeet hand.
"'Early bird gets the worm my ass, not if its brain is dysfunctional due to sleep deprivation," she mumbled as she forced h
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He tells me my name is Sarah, but I have no memory of such an appellation; whether it is true or false is his secret to horde or share.
He tells me my home is with him, it has always been so; but my recollections start a few days ago, before ... nothingnessI am blank to myself.
He tells me I am his dream, he sought and waited all his years to find me; yet my dreams are filled with disjointed gray, pain and confusion.
He tells me we are meant to be together, as one, the grand romance; and while I somehow understand the concept of romance, how can we be legendary if I recall no history?
He tells me no other knows me as he does, his is my shining one, my savior; I feel the weight of my salvation compounding upon my narrow shoulders.
He tells me the scars are normal, old and insignificant; but a niggling refuses to die with my memory, it burrows deeper each day.
He tells me the outside is dangerous, when I ask, when I question; I feel the tug of unrestraint calling me beyond the
The Goblin PrinceJareth looked up as the heavy wooden door swung open and his uncle shuffled into the room. "My father?" he asked the older man.The Goblin Prince11 months ago in Drama More Like This
"I'm sorry," his uncle replied shaking his head. "The arrow was tipped with iron. The High King has succumbed to his wounds." He tried to lay a firm hand on the young prince's bony shoulder, but he shrugged away from his touch and moved to the other side of the room.
Jareth's heart burned in his chest and hot tears burned in the corners of his eyes and he closed them tight to keep them at bay. Later, in his private chambers and away from the cold glare of his Cossack of an uncle, he would allow himself to weep and mourn his father, but not here. He drew in a deep breath and straightened his back. He may be a fatherless son, but he was still a prince and would carry himself as such.
"How is my mother?" he calmly asked his uncle.
The older man turned away and moved toward the glass decanter of brandy on the table near the wall. He poured himself a healthy portio
Glitter in the AirShe stood in silence holding the dress before her, reflecting in the full-length mirror. Tears slowly rolled down her face. Karen said it was just cold feet. Sarah wasn’t so sure any more, Mike was a great guy, and she loved him… right? They had a comfortable relationship; they were best friends. They did everything together, except sleep together. He had said that he wanted to wait, to do things in the right order, marriage first and all that, and she had easily agreed. They were so comfortable, that there was no need for fireworks or bells when they kissed. However, in less than a week, she was to become Mrs. Michael Bologowski… Sarah Bologowski, What the heck was she doing? She felt like she was half past the point of no return. In a moment of panic she threw the dress on her stepmother’s bed, grabbed her purse and with a quick lie about needing to do some things at her apartment, she fled her family’s house. She climbed into her jeep and drove to herGlitter in the Air2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rites of Passage IRites of Passage I3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rites of Passage I
He was on his way back to his realm, when he felt it for the first time.
He had come to the Aboveground to fix the memories of several humans, after having secured another child for his own people. Now, he needed a secluded place to enter his kingdom, away from the view of the always curious humans, and the dense forest by the public park in this little town in the suburbs seemed to be the perfect place.
He knew the toddler would be better off, without a doubt, since he was going to make sure, as always, that a good family would get custody of her. No more beatings, no more abuse of any kind.
He was feeling satisfied with his work, when he became aware of the new sensation again. It was something akin to a tug, a pull, a force that compelled him to turn around and look. But he was in flight and he was not certain that would be a wise decision. He kept on flying until he reached the closest tree branch and he settled gracefully on it.
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Sarah walked back to their table feeling concerned. She remembered the King being inclined to dramatic displays of emotion, but everything he had said had sounded honest, heartfelt. She could see that he felt troubled by the war and the effects it had on his family and his people. But there was nothing she could do, except, perhaps, offer him some kind of comfort. She could not think of anything specific just then.
And, besides, she had to figure out what was going on with her mother.
She reached the table and noticed that Linda and Jeremy were gone. "Where's mom?" She asked.
"She was a little insdisposed, dear, and Jeremy took her home. You can call her tomorrow to check how she's doing," her father answered.
Sarah nodded, even more worried.
She had just sat down, when Karen smiled brightly and said, "You wouldn't guess what a great idea Terry's had, Sarah."
She looked at Terry expecting an answer, but Karen continued.
"He thought maybe your friend Jareth would feel better if he could
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Jareth watched helplessly in his owl form as Sarah was forced into a van by the men in the white coats.
From what he was able to glean through the limited means he had available to him during these past six months, apparently her stepmother had been alarmed at the vividness of Sarah's stories that she told to young Tobias, especially when it came to the harsher parts of her tales. However, it had been her eavesdropping at Sarah's door as the girl was talking to Hogsfeet that was the breaking moment. After taking her to what mortals called a 'psychiatrist', he had recommended that Sarah be transferred to a place where her 'delusions' would be rectified.
The Goblin King wished he could show this 'psychiatrist' the source of Sarah's 'delusions'. The foolish mortal would make a fine addition to the Bog of Eternal Stench unfortunately, however, Sarah never uttered the words that would allow Jareth to p
Magical Past 2: Cupcakes and FrostingSarah was spending that day at a friend’s house. Catherine and her mom were baking cupcakes and then frosting and decorating them. Sarah tried not to be jealous, because her mom didn’t like to have her in the kitchen and making a mess. So this was a special treat for the six-year old.Magical Past 2: Cupcakes and Frosting2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Catherine’s mom carefully supervised the mixing and baking, the removing from the oven, and allowing the cupcakes awhile to cool. During the cooling, Sarah and Catherine went outside to run around and play. They laughed and had a wonderful time. They actually seemed to have even more laughter and joy than usual. Catherine’s mom smiled as she kept an eye on them, completely unworried.
In fact, Sarah and Catherine had a playmate there with them. He had a quick smile and an infectious laugh. He was taller than they, by about a half a head, like an eight-year-old. He could run so fast that they never even saw him move. His hair was kind of messy, and longer than any boy that <i>
Hold a Crystal - Ch 2, Labyrinth FFFrom that point, Sarah became gradually less surprised to have new crystals appear in her life.Hold a Crystal - Ch 2, Labyrinth FF3 years ago in Romance More Like This
At first, they came every two or three months. Then every 6 to 8 weeks. By the time she had many of them, she had gotten used to incorporating them in her Christmas decorations, and started wondering whether or not they'd do for around-the-year décor.
She never broke, sold, tossed out, or gave any away. Once or twice, Toby might have gotten his hands on one. Strangely, though, none were ever missing, and sometimes Toby ended up with a new rubber (or plastic) toy ball. Sarah learned to smile and divert the subject whenever Dad or Karen wondered about it.
By the time Sarah was nearly done with her degree, commuting to the local branch of the big name public university, she had become so accustomed to handling them that she never thought about them anymore, and the memory that they used to trip over no longer jangled in recognition.
Or so her friends wondered.
More than once, Ho
It's Far From Over Chapter 1It's Far From Over Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's far From Over
Sarah sank down into the chair in front of her vanity, the party was over and all her new found friends had returned to the Underground. It was now well after midnight and she was exhausted, running the Labyrinth had been difficult and not nearly as easy as it had seemed in the book. She glanced briefly at the draw where she had placed the velvet bound book along with her music box and other precious items. Who would have thought that that small book held the secretes of another world?
She smiled to herself remembering how many time she had acted out scenes from the book. She had thought it nothing more than a fairytale, how wrong she had been! It had turned out to be more of a nightmare full of her fantasies all turned against her. She shuddered at the memory of the dream ball. All her life she had dreamed about being old enough to go to a ball, to dance with a handsome prince, to be swept of her feet. But it hadn't been what she hoped; it
Sulking by JarethThe Goblin King was sulking.Sulking by Jareth3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, he'd deny it, if anybody, goblin, dwarf, Fae, elf, whatever, happen to mention it. It wasn't his posture that gave him away. After all, he NEVER sat upright, "correctly" in his throne, and he frequently had his hand on his chin while thinking. AND he also frequently held his riding crop while doing so.
One tip-off was the expression on his face, although you'd have to be a brave chicken (or very very fool-hardy) to try for a close look.
Another was the weather in the Labyrinth itself: not an outright storm, but building clouds and unpredictable winds.
And, oh yeah, there was the appearance of the armor. The FULL ARMOR. Black, with spikes. And his most sturdy goblin-kicking boots. (*see disclaimer)
For at this moment, various mortal bromides circled in his mind, as indistinct as the mist within one of his crystals before it would show the image.
"Third time pays for all "
"Bad things happen in threes"
"Third time's the charm"
Headcanons and plot fragments◇1Headcanons and plot fragments2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I won’t say that I am sorry, but I do sometimes wish that I had done things differently,” he paused, as if thinking. “I wish I had done things better when they were in pertinence to you. But I don’t get to have my wishes granted.” With this declaration dropped from his lips, Jareth looked away from her and fell silent, uneasily waiting for the girl to respond.
Sarah found she could not quite formulate the correct response on the matter and chose instead to look at him, to really look at him. Because somehow, you can look at someone without seeing them, and she had now found that between his dissembling and her own biases she had never really seen Jareth at all.
When Sarah chose between Alph and Ralf’s doors, she actually chose certain death. There are skeletons in the oubliette. People have been forgotten about and died down there. Jareth has chosen not to forget about the girl. Despite (or perhaps because
Hold a Crystal - Ch 1, Labyrinth FFAt first, she lived in dread of coming across one, and so she was jumpy, paranoid, and prone to drop fragile, breakable, and precious objects. Except for her brother. Him, she always held closer, tighter, with a defiant lift of her chin to announce to Whoever Dared that THEY would NEVER succeed in taking him away from her; that she had kicked over the kingdom of a more powerful (and moreHold a Crystal - Ch 1, Labyrinth FF3 years ago in Romance More Like This
attractivecharismatic) Being than THEY could ever imagine; that she had the patent-pending World's most Painful Pepper Spray concealed in her not visible hand; and so THEY had best leave while she allowed it.
Fortunately, Sarah became less jumpy after several weeks. If the unease returned while she babysat alone during a stormy evening, no one need be the wiser.
And then, three months later, there it was.
It's just a crystal
Somehow, it gave the impression that it was simply rolling along, minding its own business, even though it was giving a grand impression of a paperweight,
Those Three Little WordsSarah raised both hands and slapped them over her mouth in a way which would have been comical if not for the words which had just come out. Eyes wide, she watched the face of the tall, pale man who was standing a few feet away. At first, all she saw was shock, his mismatched eyes blinking rapidly and a startled puff or two of glitter shining in the lamplight.Those Three Little Words3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Darting her eyes around in a bid for escape, Sarah caught sight of the door a few feet to his right. If she could just make it through the door, everything would be fine! Making a small movement in that direction, she found herself staring directly into the fluffy shirt of her arch-nemesis/erstwhile suitor.
Letting out a squeak through her hands, she felt herself being born backwards until she dropped onto the arm of the once-red-now-pink loveseat. In order to keep from falling backwards onto the creaky piece of furniture, her hands flew from her mouth to his arms. Keeping herself from meeting his eyes, she waited for the boot to
MergerMergerMerger2 years ago in Humor More Like This
By: Ismira Daugene
**Warning: Here there be breakage of the fourth wall.
It had been a long night… a very long night, and Sarah Williams was just about ready to fall into bed. Her friends had all left only a few minutes ago (Sir Didymus had wanted to play one last game of Scrabble, and the fieries hadn't wanted to stop dancing). It was now nearly midnight, she couldn't believe that it had been only five hours since she'd wished Toby away. Actually it had been more like thirteen, but the time in the Underground moved differently than in her world. Either way, she was exhausted.
She flopped down onto her bed, still in her day clothes and a yellow paper crown that Ludo had given her. The only thing she bothered to remove were her loafers. As she settled back, her muscles ached, but it was a good kind of ache and soon they were relaxing back into the soft mattress. She closed her eyes and smiled. Despite the dangers untold and the hardships unnumbered (or perhaps because of t
Rites of Passage IIIRites of Passage III3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rites of Passage III
He made a grand entrance as the white owl and achieved his first goal; Sarah seemed terrified, covering her head with both arms. Then, he appeared before her dressed in his most imposing dark armor and cloak, amidst roaring thunder, blinding lightning, and a strong breeze that kept his hair and his cape swirling in the open balcony doors, framed by the fluttering curtains. Added a good dose of glitter, evocative of his magical nature, and he was done. First impression and all.
It took her a few seconds to recognize him from the description in the book and a few more to reconcile in her mind reality and this man being in it. He was more handsome than she had expected; in fact, she had not expected him to be handsome at all. And he was a man or looked like one and not a goblin. His eyes were hypnotic and his voice, calm and masculine, was bewitching. When he admitted being the King of the Goblins, she felt she could pass out right then an
Magical Past - Labyrinth ffPerhaps it all began that day in the park, before the storm hit. She wore a crown of flowers in her hair, ribbons a bit worn and tattered, obviously well-loved and frequently included in her excursions.Magical Past - Labyrinth ff3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
However, it was typical for a highly imaginative six-year-old, going to ride the carousel in the park to wear something to make her feel like a princess. And if she chose to ride a fierce charger instead of a pretty mare, that simply reflected her desire for excitement. Especially since she immediately told herself that said charger was really a dragon.
And to her, it truly did become a dragon. Fortunately for those around her, she didn't quite get around to deciding whether or not it was a country-side burning, people-eating, hero-defying dragon, or one focused on completing daily business. Unnoticed by her parents, the carousel operator, or the other parents and older siblings there, Sarah's mount had become the dragon. An unexpectedly docile, friendly, and smallish dragon, cou
Only a Dream 27She couldn't help it... It was hard to be alone so soon after being kidnapped by a freaky phsycopath. Curled around her pillow, she snuggled deeper into Ludo's side. Normally, she wouldn't have kept him in the apartment for that long. He was a great friend, but he shed worse than a dozen Persians suffering from incurable hair loss. However, things being what they were, she'd worry about the state of her vacuum later. All the lights were still on, too. Looking over at the clock, she almost groaned. Two in the morning...only two? She wanted to go to sleep, desperately needed to go to sleep, but her eyes just wouldn't close. Even knowing that Ludo offered some protection, she coudn't relax enough to even doze off.Only a Dream 273 years ago in Romance More Like This
Another hour passed, filled with Sarah flipping through some of her feel good fairy tales. Some young women would have pulled out their romance novels, the ones with pictures which still made her blush...Christine probably had a few in her room somewhere, but they'd never
A Second ChanceThe moment Sarah wished her brother away, Jareth knew his life was going to change.A Second Chance10 months ago in Romance More Like This
During Sarah’s run, he thought that it would be a good change to have Sarah and Toby be a part of the Underground at long last (as of course Sarah would lose). At the end of Sarah’s run, Jareth’s feelings about the change became increasingly negative, until she finally said her right words, thus defeating him.
Then it was all bad.
Jareth was not accustomed to losing, and that it was to Sarah made it worse. He loved Sarah, had watched her for years, and had given her the book. To have it all come to this end was disheartening.
The goblins had been hoping for a new queen, so they did the next best thing: follow her around to see if she still remembered the Labyrinth. For several years, the goblins appeared in her home, wherever it happened to be, until sometime in college, when her room was too small to hide in. The goblins had been fond o
Only a Dream 36Sarah was muttering to herself as she pounded her way back to the apartment. Why was it that each and every project group she was put with ended up full of slackers and goof-offs? Seriously! Was it so much to ask for them to do the research they'd agreed to do? Shoving the building's front door open, she nearly ran into Shilo. The pale girl moved back just in time to avoid getting smacked in the nose.Only a Dream 363 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Geesh, Sarah! Are you okay?"
The angry college student paused, rubbing the side of her face and then shoving her hand through her hair. "Dandy..."
"My amazing psychic abilities tell me you're lying," the other said sarcastically, shifting her shoulder bag a bit.
Glaring straight ahead, Sarah growled, "Frat boys have no right to be in college..."
Shilo shifted again, eyebrow arching, "Project issues?"
Before Shi could say anything in response, the face of her boyfriend appeared on the other side of the glass lobby doors.
Sarah caught the telltale movement and waved at him, a forc
Too Old - JarethHe was too old to just give up. Too old to just walk away. His life was no longer his to do with as he pleased: it belonged, heart and soul, to a young woman who'd thrown everything back in his face. Her eyes had watched him as it all came apart at the seams. Her green eyes...he'd called them cruel. Dark hair framing pale skin...and those eyes...a fairy green. But he'd kept his promise, both she and the child had been returned. He'd been noble...so incredibly bloody noble! But he was too old to simply let that be it. He had used her wish to gain her attention. Now he wanted her love. He'd said fear me...what he'd really meant was stay with me. Fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave. His pride of place had given him words to speak, but he had been her slave since before she'd sent the boy into his arms.Too Old - Jareth3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her imagination was a thing of incredible beauty. She was a thing of incredible beauty. Even after she'd poured over her books well into the night a
Ch 18 - Oh, Now Why the Concern? Laby fanficCh 18 - Oh, Now Why the Concern? Laby fanfic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cum hoc ergo propter hoc
Toby woke to the muted sounds of crying and muttering. Daylight crept into the room around the imperfect seal of the floral curtains, and dust sparkled in the air as he rubbed his eyes clear. "Sarah?" He pushed back the rough blanket and sat up. "What's wrong?" he asked the air as he swiveled in place.
It didn't sound like her crying; he'd heard enough of that the last months and would recognize it instantly. Swinging his legs over the end of the too large bed, Toby scooted until his feet settled on the scratchy carpet and curled his toes. The covers were missing from the other bed; the whole thing yanked and messy.
"Sarah?" He tugged at the hem of his PJ shorts. The crying didn't change, and he figured it must be coming from the bathroom since neither she or Jareth were in the bedroombut a pile of their clothes were, shoved and tossed along the far wall. Goosebumps ran over his arms. He didn't like this, felt too much like the day he found out about
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OH, NOW WHY THE CONCERN?
Chapter 6: That Day
Jareth stared at Sarah staring at him. Their enforced cozy positions in her car separated only by her center console, and her blatant attempt to wallflower her torso to her driver's side door.
"Why, Sarah," his honey voice taunted, "whatever is the matter?" Jareth blinked his eyes slowly, almost lazily, and rested one leather-clad hand on the vinyl protrusion dividing them. A faint dusting of glitter drifted down upon the sun-faded grayish upholstery as he leaned towards her.
She grit her teeth; she'd have to dust devil that up tomorrow! Focusing on his sparkling litter distracted her from the heat raging through her veins and other...more private areas.
"You're not...um...," Sarah audibly swallowed, "where are you...um...staying tonight?" Pinned by Jareth's intense gaze, she didn't hear the unsnapping of Toby's seat belt, or see him slither closer to the middle of the front seats to gain a better vantage point of his currently two f