RaindropsRaindrops4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Victoria laughed when they finally found cover from the rain. She wiped her eyes of the water, but raindrops still dripped onto their faces. Vincent gave a disapproving frown and tried to wipe the offending tears, until Victoria slapped his hand away.
"Don't do that," she said with a smirk, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You'll ruin my makeup."
"As if the rain hadn't already done that," Vincent replied, making her chuckle softly. Victoria sat down in the veranda and ushered for him to sit next to her. He happily obliged. His clothes crumpled uncomfortably in the rain and mud, but for some reason, it didn't seem to bother him as much. "You'll catch a cold at this rate."
Victoria's lips quirked into a strange smile, as she said, "You forget that I'm already dead."
"No," he replied, smiling as well. "You're very much alive. At least, to me you are."
Her eyes softened as she looked down and slowly grazed his fingertips with her own. Their conversation was tame yet surprisingly intimate,
Mias and Elle - Chapter 8Elle kept a careful eye on Mias, nervous and quite fearful of what she had just witnessed him conjure in and around his hand out of thin air. He still had not answered her question, and she had a feeling that she would not get an answer or at least a real one- for some time. It was terrifying and incredibly intriguing to think of all of the possibilities of what that answer may be, but for now she would have to go on assumptions, as those were being carried away by her imagination to horrible places.Mias and Elle - Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As they exited the stag brothers' home, Elle glanced over her shoulder and found that she really had no idea what it was that she was looking at. To the untrained eye in this case, Elle- there was absolutely nothing there but a rather large tree about the circumference of two average human arm spans. There was no sign of a door, or a home or hut of any kind behind it; it was forest, just like everything else around her, other than a feint hint of a path under the foliage.
The MechanicHis mind is a machine well-oiled,The Mechanic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes engine-efficient in stripping her
to bare, broken parts.
His fingers twitch, and she hates
how those painstaking hands
itch to fix her.
Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 3SUMMARY Continuation of Sarah's Sweet Sixteen. In this chapter she is introduced to the Goblin Markets and has to deal with Jareth, as well as two goblins of little intellect.Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own "Labyrinth" or the characters, I merely borrow them occasionally for daydreaming purposes.
Warning: Tiny bits of lemon fluff (wistful sigh). No goblins were harmed (much) although a few chickens are now scarred for life and one thinks it is a goblin (which is actually kinda funny).
Author's Note: Thanks for the lovely reviews. I ordinarily am totally a fangirl for 'Dark and Nasty Jareth', so this story is out of character for me to write, but has been lots of fun. For those that think Sarah is acting OC…she is at the moment. Her actions and comments when running the Labyrinth were actually (in my view) false-bravado, so the way I'm portraying her feels more 'accurate' of a 15/16 year old girl when faced with someone like Jare
Dear once lover.You stole my confidence; you took it like you owned it, you smothered it in neglect, and you threw it in the black hole of your absence.Dear once lover.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You used my patience; you smoked it like a drug, you took advantage of my presence, you evaporated us into nothing.
You decapitated our relationship; you cut it at the root, you shook out all the good, and threw the body into your subconscious.
You cut up my affections; you stored them in your selfishness, and turned them to dust.
You broke my heart. You took it in your hands, you tore it into two, it turned cold as ice, and you shattered it across my future with you.
You shocked me to the core, a surreality I long to never feel again. The abundance of my tears was enough to drown me, and suffocate me into an eternal river of agony –– that my memories of 'us' will float upon.
You deceived me beyond repair, I thought you would hold me through the hard times, instead you trampled on my pride, you flattened my hope, you destroyed the lov
Birthday Surprise Pt. 5Sarah finally gets her birthday surprise -- and a bit more than she bargained for.Birthday Surprise Pt. 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing (yadda yadda yadda). I just borrow Jareth for some light housework (cuz I like watching him bend over to dust the knick knacks on the bottom shelves
Birthday Adventure Pt. 4 (Conclusion of 'Sarah's Sweet Sixteen')
Sarah kicked the side of the deep copper tub in frustration, an aggravated growl echoing off the brightly colored tiles that lined the walls of the bathroom in the Queen's Chambers. Tugging the fluffy blue bathrobe tighter around herself, she flounced against the counter, glaring at the bathtub that was causing her such offense. For the last twenty minutes she had been trying to turn the tub on so that she could take a bath, but nothing worked.
She ran her hands over the edges and around the faucet looking for a knob or button that would make the water start. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. No water. No knobs. No way.
Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 1SUMMARY Continues on from Anniversary Present. Faced with being alone on her 16th birthday, Sarah makes a wish with some unexpected consequences.Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Birthday Wish
Jareth was in his usual place, lounging across his throne with his legs tossed casually up over one arm, while his torso was draped across the other arm. On his outstretched fingers he held a crystal, which he was gazing intently into, seemingly oblivious to the goblin mayhem going on around him. Centuries of practice allowed him to virtually ignore his goblins while scrying and that was exactly what he was doing as he watched Sarah in the clear crystal orb.
He frowned at what he saw. Her slender form was huddled on a picnic table at the park she frequented. With a sob, she buried her head in her hands.
It had been two months since she had summoned him with her wish. He had hoped that by now she would have called for him, or at least made another wish, but she had done neither. And here she was, visibly
The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 5 After the events of the night before Luciana felt exhausted and had slept the entire day, only to wake up that evening, finding herself safe laying next to Aralyn on the old bed. She yawned and pulled the blankets off of her, moving over to the window and glancing through the cracks of the wooden planks that covered them. She smiled lightly to herself before glancing back towards Aralyn, going back and shaking her to awaken her.The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're still safe, Aralyn." Luciana murmured, smiling as Aralyn returned an unsure smile back towards her. She sighed lightly, "I sure am hungry though. I suppose it is time to hunt again. Perhaps we can find food for you as well." She smiled back towards Aralyn and got back up of the bed.
Both Aralyn and Luciana made their way outside and moved towards the shoreline of the nearby lake not far from the farmhouse. Luciana stood there watching the moon and stars' reflection against the dark waters within the l
Monologue-unedited[scene starts with girl laying on couch kicking feet playfully]Monologue-unedited10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Some people think i'm crazy, [twitch violently] but i'm not.. i'm not!! i promise! [holds out pinky finger] EEK a fly!! [bats at air] Gah, i hate those things... [sits up and places hands on couch] anyways, alot of people tend to get the wrong impression when they meet me. [with serious look on face] 'cause everytime i meet someone new person i'm compelled to ask if their name is Jack. I mean you never know when the people in the white labcoats are coming! [looks left then right cautiously] ...they could be watching right this second...monitoring...my every move...[bats at air fustrated] theres that damned fly again! [sit up straight] well, you know it's not my fault i escaped [twitch violenty] they left the door open, they forgot to put my special jacket back on, they didn't tell not to walk down that hall, even if the sign did say [spell out in air] Do Not Enter. I mean they could have just told me t
our breakup sounded like...our breakup sounded like people screamingour breakup sounded like...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fuck! yelled into ears that just werent
listening; glass breaking like
hearts. throwing rocks against the
wall. falling. breaking bones. the crickets were
silent; i think they were
sorry for us. our breakup sounded like
doors slamming and people
leaving without saying goodbye or
even looking back.
Best Friends ForeverRoses are redBest Friends Forever2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I’m going down, you’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies
Our friendship fades and slowly dies
We don’t speak anymore
I stare blankly at my tile floor
You lay there still
The blood pours, and beings to spill.
At least now we’re together
Best friends forever
Pressure300 dumps 250 on the sidewalk, fumbling for the phone buried somewhere in his jacket pockets. His bloodied fingers skid on the silk lining and bump against his mobile without catching. "Damn it!" Seizing the hem of his pocket, he rips it partway off and digs out the phone.Pressure3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"300..." 250 attempts, one hand gripping his stomach as he sits up, blood oozing out from between his fingers.
Somehow 300 succeeds at flipping the damn thing open and speed-dialing the police department. Slapping the phone against his ear, he drops to his knees by 250's side. "Put pressure on it," he pleads, pressing his free hand against the gaping hole. "You need more pressure on it."
"300--" 250 repeats, but an officer picks up the call.
"Agent, for the millionth time, this line is for--"
"My partner's been shot," 300 interrupts, the words stumbling off his tongue. "Bleeding from the stomach; please, I need an ambulance."
The cop's shift in tone is immediate. "Where are you both?"
"In front of Gyldensted's recycl
it's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay.i don't know why it's beenit's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so long since i've written a
poem but i have subject matter
to write about as of now.
i was sad. you were there.
you told me i was beautiful.
"we need you, i need you."
it's going to be okay.
"just breathe for me. i'm here.
you'll always be safe with me.
i'll always be here for you."
those words stings because those
were the exact same things she
always said and where is she now.
it's going to be okay.
you tried to assuage my tears,
placate me, pacify me, pretend
you love me more than anyone else
just in this moment, why do you
insist on being so nice to me.
"because i care more about you
than anyone else. i want you
to be in my life for a very long time."
what the hell is that supposed to mean.
it's going to be okay.
"love you." but then you called me
the wrong name, whoops, intended
for your girlfriend, not for me,
stupidly i thought you may have been
falling but apparently we've both
fallen too far to stop already.
don't hold my hand if you love her more.
Murdered"She's been murdered."Murdered12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard them say
while my parents begged
for just one more day
but here in heaven
As I look down from heaven
I watch this scene
How could someone do this?
How could the world be so mean?
My perfect life was taken from me,
My family, my friends, my beloved..
I know deep down...
that nothing will be the same.
For the world is full of evil..
but also filled with hate.
We no longer live to love,
but we live to hurt.
Full of envy and jealousy
Full of lust, not love
Full of greed and money
Full of earthly gods
When will they see?
that the items on earth
will soon no longer be?
But God, will always be.
I look down on earth one last time
My mother sheds all her tears.
I feel my eyes moisten...
I whisper, "Please, don't cry over me."
I feel a hand upon my shoulder
I turn around and see Jesus' glowing face,
He smiles at me and wipes my eyes.
He whispers, "My child, there are no tears in heaven."
With these words I fall into his arms
Jesus holds me tig
Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 4SUMMARY Continuation of Sarah's Sweet Sixteen. In this chapter Sarah is introduced to the chaos that is the Annual Goblin Kingdom Chicken-Pull Competition and the current 5 time winner 'Phil'. More silliness ensues.Sarah's Sweet Sixteen -Part 44 years ago in Humor More Like This
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, Jareth or Sarah. I just borrow them occasionally for my own daydreams. I would however gladly snog Jareth within an inch of his immortal life if given half a chance. *wistful sight*
'Rosalinda' is not my creation, I am merely borrowing her from Lixxle who writes the most wonderful Labyrinth fanfic and I only wish I could write half as well.
WARNING: References to Jareth's 'assets' and some minor 'fowl' language (pun intended). No goblins were hurt in the writing of this chapter, although several chickens were threatened with becoming chicken and dumplings if they didn't behave.
Author's Note: Please read and review….reviews will keep me writing and I have lots of silly sto
Necromancers MonologueThey cast me out; the ignorant fools. Fearful of what their minds, numbed after generations of dirt farming, are unable to comprehend.Necromancers Monologue8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Graverobber! they cried. Freak! they shouted. Hurling spoiled vegetables and insults at me as the chased me away. They will regret that soon oh yes.
For months I have prepared, here in the catacombs. Hundreds of loyal, perfect servants heed every nuance of my thought. I need not even speak an order; merely will it and they will make it true.
Life is filthy. Disgusting in its futility why do they cling to it so?
They celebrate it even. Flowers they leech upon their surroundings and die, once they have spread their seeds for another generation of pointless beings.
So like the people who rip them from the ground. Removing the very thing they seek to honor.
And moonlight Oh the moonlight! It is so romantic and poetic! , Bah! They do not appreciate its true poesy! Their foolish perception is like
The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 1 Luciana threw open her big blue eyes in the grip of a cold chill that ran down her back. The cave, where she had found a makeshift shelter for the warm and cloudless night, was silent and dark. The thin sliver of moon high in the sky could enlighten only the entrance of the cavity, unable to penetrate the deep darkness where Luciana was hiding.The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The little girl hugged her knees to her chest, looking suspiciously at the landscape just outside the cave. Everything seemed quiet. Among the trees was rustling a slight breeze was mingling with the singing of some night birds. Luciana, however, was anything but quiet. An uncomfortable feeling of imminent danger had awakened her and was becoming stronger and more intrusive second by second. The little girl held her breath and tried to sharpen her senses to hear any suspicious noises.
Besides the sounds of nature, she couldn't notice any others. But hardly the little girl was wrong. Her insti
The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 2* * * * *The Sacrifice of Young Hearts - Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A grunt awakened Luciana suddenly. The little girl startled, opening her eyes, and her gaze was immediately captured by the noisy ogre who made his entrance into the tent, carrying a tray of food. Aralyn tightened the embrace in which she held the little Luciana, and immediately the girl felt a little bit quieter. The orc grunted some other insult, apparently not very happy to act as a waiter. He shoved the tray in front of Aralyn, almost reversing all the contents, then threw both of them a killer look with his two feral eyes and turned away towards the entrance of the tent. The curtain opened again and a tall, solemn figure made his entrance. Luciana felt Aralyn's embrace imperceptibly becoming stronger and instinctively tur
CuttingMy thighs were first.Cutting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then my wrists.
Ripped out at
I ripped them out myself,
if only to avoid
giving others the pleasure.
I ripped them out hard,
if only to teach myself
I deserved it.
I ripped them out
and all the while
I sang to myself,
unable to cry
pain less real.
I joked about them.
I laughed about them.
I smiled about them,
"the stupid emo kid"
and believing it was true.
It was true.
I deserved it.
I needed it.
I craved it.
I wanted it.
I breathed it.
I worshipped it.
I loved it.
And it took me.
it took me.
Into places you can't go without it.
Into places you didn't know existed.
Into places you are afraid to dream.
Into places you never want to leave.
I loved myself. (I hated myself.)
It was so
to be broke
Cross Country QuotesFunny Cross Country Quotes:Cross Country Quotes7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm up? Nah, that'll just wear you out.
Just shut up and run.
It's not bragging if you back it up, which is why we never brag.
Cross Country: The worse you are, the more playing time you get!
All aboard, time to take a ride on the pain train.
We bust ours so we can kick yours!
Run like you stole something.
Running won't kill you, you'll pass out first.
Anyone can run 100 meters, it's the next 4900 that count.
If speed kills than I'm a dead man/woman.
Our workouts are a lot longer than our shorts.
Why is everyone chasing me?
It hurts up to a point, then it doesn't get any worse.
This sport would be fun if it wasn't for all the running.
If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be here.
We don't stretch, we like to run stiff!
Our shoes have more miles than your cars.
Cross-country - finally a good use for a golf course.
Cross Country: no substitutions, no time outs, and nobody sits the bench.
Running is a mental sport and we're all insane.
Real athletes run othe