Only a Dream 12The first sneeze didn't overly bother Jareth. Or the second. However, by the sixth, he began to get just a little suspicious. By that point, he was glad Erik was at a meeting for the college's music faculty. If he had been present, the large amount of glitter each sneeze brought with it would have sent him into fits. The masked man just couldn't appreciate the stuffOnly a Dream 124 years ago in Romance More Like This
However, James Norrington, who was working on something a few feet away, did his best to take Erik's place. "What in the world?" He exclaimed after the eight attack sent glitter into his face.
Jareth's only response was another resounding "Achoo!"
"For the love of Someone's having a great time talking about you, aren't they?" The Englishman picked up the stack of papers and shook them, watching copious amounts of glitter fall out.
If James had been paying attention, he would have seen Jareth's mismatched eyes fly wide, right before another sneeze grabbed him. This time, he nearly shot off the couch, it w
Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)"Hey there hot stuff. Do you believe in love at first site or should I walk by again?"Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ugh, Mathias, not now, I don't have time for your games. I'm really swamped." You groaned at the boisterous Dane. He sat on the corner of your desk, leaning towards you. His blond hair going every which way. You wondered how he got it to stay that way.
"If you need help, I'd be happy to give it to you." he said with a wink. You couldn't help but facepalm at the young man's reply.
"Mathias, please, you're gonna get me in trouble. AGAIN. Please, just go away and let me do my work." You begged from behind your desk.
"Kohler! Leave her alone and back to your station." your supervisor yelled.
"Oops, gotta go, see you at lunch, beautiful." he smiled as he quickly walked back to his cubicle.
You sighed and placed your head on your desk with a heavy sigh.
"He bugging you again?" your supervisor asked.
"Yea, I don't get him. No matter how many times I tell him no, he just keeps at it. I mean, I'm
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror Movie60 Ways to Survive a Horror Movie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.
2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)
3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.
4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.
5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also die naked, which can be kinda embarrassing, and awkward for whoever finds you. Besides, who knows what the killer does with the body… *Shudder*
6. If you're running away, which you will be, make sure you're wearing proper shoes. High heels or bare feet usually end up in tears. And blood. A lot of blood.
7. Also, if you're running, never look beh
Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 3Two People:Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 33 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Friend and an Outlaw
You opened your eyes slowly and hazily. The buckskin wall of a tent immediately pervaded your vision, and a soft linen blanket rested lightly over your skin against the cold desert night. For a moment you wondered where you were, but then the memory of slaughter and kidnapping filled your mind, and you held very still. To your surprise, you weren't tied up, but you could hear the voices of the same criminals that had raided the manor cheering outside. You held back tears, and felt angry betrayal well up forcefully in your chest. You hadn't known the murdered slaves well, but that didn't change the fact that they'd had lives and families and feelings, not to mention the fact it was your childhood rescue-ee that had done it. The laments were abruptly cut off by a rude hand on your chin, jerking it towards two cold lilac eyes.
"If you're going to pretend to be asleep, at least keep an even breathing rate," he chided mockingly with a cruel
Forbidden Love...Forbidden Love...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you
Je t'aime, mais tu ne m'aimes pas
I love you, but you dont love me
Notre amour est interdit
Our love is forbidden
mais je ne m'inquiète pas
But I dont care
I love you
...et c'est tout ce qui compte
...and thats all that matters
Lonely for a Reason: Prequel to SeekingEDITED August 4, 2012Lonely for a Reason: Prequel to Seeking3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Being Other, immortal, magic, Fae, arcane. Jareth wearied of those descriptors. He was, in fact, Other from Other. True, he was a magical being, in contrast to those creatures without any magic. He was immortal, with little likelihood of dying. Arcane, certainly not mundane. Fae well that's a more difficult distinction. Not Elven, nor dwarven, nor faerie, fiery, goblin, or anything else.
Even among a category of beings, he was unique, and thus, alone.
Lonely because he ruled the Goblin Kingdom, and few of his equals relished the constant tumult inherent within a population of those having the wisdom of over-tired three-year-olds who were coming down off of a sugar rush.
There were Fae, Elven, and other beings of comparable intellectual, magical, or other abilities within his Realm. Some could match him in games of skill or amusement, and one or two could best him in a limerick challenge. He relished the occasional debate or even flat-out argument among these
Only a Dream 15As her comment hit the Goblin King, his cape came back with startling force, though now his face was bright red instead of lividly pale. Glitter puffed off him in clouds, and he snorted like an affronted bull.Only a Dream 154 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Okay...so maybe not like Tinkerbell, then..." Sarah knew when to retreat. Usually. However, she couldn't resist adding, "Granted, if you've ever seen the Disney version, you do share a few simil-"
He cut her off with one word, "Mother!"
Looking around quickly, Sarah demanded, "Where?!"
"You sound just like her..."
"You did not just tell me that I remind you of your mother! There is no way I am anything like that evil ice queen! Take it back or so help me I'll find a way to put some of the Bog in your now sparkly bathtub!" Her voice had gotten so brittle it could have cracked if you dropped it.
"See see see?!" Jareth had raised his hand and was now pointing at her.
"Don't 'See see see' me!" Sarah stalked towards him and he backed up until he hit
Eyes That Watch MeEyes that watch me,Eyes That Watch Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes that don't.
Eyes that follow me,
eyes that won't.
Eyes in my family and
eyes in my friends.
Eyes in nature that
never seem to end.
Eyes that watch every move I make,
every breath I take,
every word I utter and mutter and stutter.
Eyes that judge me, love me and hate me;
Eyes that fear me, loathe me, pity me;
Eyes that want to be me and curse me for existing.
But the eyes that watch me the most,
always the most critical,
are the eyes that
When I Was a ChildWhen I was a childWhen I Was a Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the eye.
I have learned that this is a bitter place
Painted colours by my madness,
Where errant and airy thoughts drift by
Whose wings I have lit on fire.
I am still a child,
But I am a hollow, broken thing
With frightened, suffering eyes.
Still, my mind is pleading
That my heart will soon stop beating,
But somehow I survive.
I still he
Falling - Ch 1 - Labyrinth fanficFalling - Ch 1 - Labyrinth fanfic3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Their celebration insulted and infuriated him. How dare his subjects fête his defeat by this mortal girl. A woman child hardly able to understand the dire ramifications of her deed, yet she heedlessly rejoiced his trouncing without a thought for the future; any futureher friends', her's, and especially not his. In his owl aspect, Jareth watched through Sarah's bedroom window as her group of ridiculously loyal friends cavorted; the gnashing of his beak unnoticed by the shortsighted fools...every last one.
From the precise moment her footsteps paced upon his kingdom's grounds, Jareth perceived a shuddering in the foundation's fabrics. Her immediate and profound effect on his world fascinated and alarmed him. This mortal, this girl: She was different than the previous challengers, and despite his best efforts to impede her (going so far as to offer himself to the stupid chit) he learned how very right his instincts proved. He should have left her banished in
Ch 7 Oh, Now Why the Concern?Ch 7 Oh, Now Why the Concern?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
OH, NOW WHY THE CONCERN?
CHAPTER 7: It Means: "No Worries"
Sarah's hope for a free night of good sleep degenerated into a rampaging fest of tears and nebulous, half-formed nightmares. After turning her sheet and comforter into tossed, goose down salad, she admitted defeat and crept downstairs at approximately 2 a.m. to check on His Royal Buttinski and Toby. The utter lack of sound should've been her first clue as usually the grandfather clock's tick-tock echoed upstairs at night.
It really was an excessively loud clock, and weren't there clockmaker standards for such things and if so didn't it violate them or the public noise pollution laws. Regardless, she overlooked that obviousness, and blithely strolled down the stairs wrapped in her pink fleece robe, secure in her revenge against the Goblin King. What she discovered defied all expectations. Well...what she failed to discovery really. Or expect, but then can one really have predictable expectations with anything involving g
The PullWhen I was younger, someone showed me a video gametoo weird for me, but it made her laugh, and she was pretty. You played as this little guy with a squishy hammer for a head, and you rolled a sticky ball around in front of you. As you rolled it, things got stuck until the ball was gigantic. And then... I don't know. I don't remember the point of the game, nor do I remember the name.The Pull3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But that image comes back to me every time I am anxious. I am that little person running around, pushing a ball, and things stick to it. Only they aren't cows or trees or parts of buildings: they are things that make me nervous. The attention of people. My sparse resume. The way I can never look someone in the eye when we first meet.
Oh. And I don't have a squishy hammer for a head.
Regardless, today is like that. I've talked to too many people and some weird man had told me he was my father and my mother was on the back of a book with a different name but the same damn face.
While I was walking home,