Jareth Chapter 11
Jareth stood in front of the destroyed building that was the ballroom, his shoulders heaving in anger. There was nothing in this world that would stop him from extracting his revenge on the Goblin King. The little demon had tricked him, giving his love back to him but under a thick spell. The castle hung in the distance like a horrible wart on the horizon. He'd freed his love, but he now had another reason for going to the Devil's house.
The power coursing through his veins seemed to bubble up in his hands as his anger grew. It was almost as if he where a rabid animal frothing at the mouth as his breath grew heavier and heavier. He held his hand to his eyes and with a turn of his wrist found himself staring into a crystal ball showing him the busy Goblin City. He tossed the crystal into the air.
He appeared suddenly in the midst of a family of gobins' home. They seemed surprised and jumped away from him in fear. He looked at each and every one of them slowly, but found none he thought
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"No," he said with a smile, "There is no miss understanding, my friend, I meant to pay you with exactly what I gave you."
"Bless your heart, milord," the old toothless woman said holding the gold pieces to her chest.
"Think nothing of it, thank you for the fruit," He moved about the crowd looking for something to do. He'd always felt restless at home and these "common folk" seemed to know how to cure it. Most of the time.
Always in a hurry, like bustling ants, they moved quickly buying and trading their daily goods like it was all that was important to them. The son of an English duke, Jareth hadn't had to worry much about this making it fascinating to watch. Today, however, it just seemed like everyone was going through the motions. He pushed back his sand blond hair as he sat upon a low wall and bit into the peach he'd just bought while scanning the crowd for anything interesting.
The dirt of the so called "street" had clung to his grey black boots, a trait of his wanderings that nev
Painfull MemoriesShe dances in and out on waves of broken glass,Painfull Memories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A memory of better times, a perfection that couldn't last,
I can reach out and touch her if I don't mind the pain,
But the cuts and scars means nothing's the same,
Still I cling like an addict addicted to the thought,
Of a woman who so long ago I should have forgot.
I offer myself a short distraction,
Some sort of break in the breaking reaction,
But when the music dies down and the streets get cold,
I run through conversations and things I was told,
Like that three word phrase that we used to use,
How quickly the feeling of love turned to "I hate you"s.
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Im starving, so i search
I join the hunt, so i run
I catch a scent, so i follow it
I split from the pack, so i can find it
I see a fence, so i crawl under it
I spot a meal, so i stalk it
I kill a sheep, so i drag it to the fence
I hear a sound, so i hurry
I see a human, so i run
I threaten his livestock, so i am a threat
I get shot, so i am dead
I was beautiful, so i was skinned
I was vicious, so i was displayed as a badge of achievement
I was soft, so i was made into clothing
I was magnificent, so i was sold in stores
I was alive, now I am dead
I was starving, now i no longer need to eat
I was a hunter, now I am guardian
I was a provider, now I am a protector
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It was the night before Christmas, and as your mother tucked you into bed, her hushed voice floated through your bedroom as she sang. Her voice was gentle and as sweet as honey- you always loved listening to it. Her singing was the "best sound in the whole wide world" as you had put it.
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose," Your mother sang the words softly as she layed the blanket over your body. Giggling, you swatted at her hand as she playfully tapped you on the nose. Humming the next few lines, your mother stepped through your mess of toys and books laying on the floor, reaching to pick them up and put them away.
"Momma," You started, watching her move across the room towards you. She placed herself on the edge of your bed and turned to you, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair.
"Who's Jack Frost?" Her lips turned up in a gentle smile.
"Ah, well," She began slowly. Your curious eyes widened a smidgen. "Jack frost is the person
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On the way there I saw an entire family
A man, a wife, and 2 small children
Asking for any change could be spared
Both had lost their jobs last year
I gave them half the money in my pocket
I saw a man no older than 25
Sitting in front of the Inn 'n' Out
Whatever left over table scraps you can spare
My brother gave him half the change in his pocket.
I almost got back home to find 2 men
Begging for any change for a funeral for a young boy
We gave them what we had left.
Then I get home to hear
The economy is getting better
Now that we're over the fiscal cliff
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"Ah!" He hissed in pain as something gripped his shoulder and held him in place. For a moment he couldn't see as the dark had come upon him awfully fast, but when could see he was almost positive that he preferred not being able to. He was suspended in a tunnel of hands that seemed to belong as part of the wall itself. Then, Jareth realized why his wound hurt so bad, they where actually grabbing him.
"Come on! Come on!" A disembodied voice demanded. A cluster of hands formed into what could have been conceived as a face, "We haven't got all day."
"Haven't got all day for what?" Jareth asked.
"Which why do you want to go?" Another cluster asked.
"Yes, which way, up or down?" yet another asked.
"Who on earth would choose down?" Jareth asked genuinely puzzled by the thought.
"Someone who wants to get to the castle," The first cluster said.
"A lie no doubt," Jareth snapped, "No help here is ever any help at all, Take me back to the top."
The third cluster chuckled viciously, "He chose up."
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"Seriously though, Claire," Doug's eyebrows furrowed as he added, "You're just probably drunk."
"I am definitely not. I don't even drink." I arrogantly answered with a flip of my blond locks. "Well, I wish I was drunk or high or crazy or what; but the problem is I'm not."
He shook his head. Finally, he let out a rather heavy sigh; his deep blue eyes were unbelieving and worried. "Dear Goddess Tell me you're lying."
"I wouldn't turn this bitter if I was lying. Even Ann's hurt."
"Hmm my poor sweetie locked herself up in her room after they talked earlier "
"She still can't believe it."
"Damn it," he remarked followed by his usual face palm gesture. "I couldn't deny it, though I do see it, but I guess since we're not having any affirmation "
"Denying reality since it seems so unlikely; we're in the same boat. But this time We have the confirmation." I answered, hinting no compassion in my tone.
But that was just my voice.
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Pain covered you...you knew you were losing your mind. Everyday was a miserable excuse for existing. You longed for darkness to overtake you. You'd done nothing but sit,regretting and wishing for a better life. You couldn't explain where the pain was co,Ingalls from, it was just there.
"Here's your lunch, sweetheart! Good luck on your exams!" Your mother waved you off to school as she had since kindergarten. You were a high schooler now, and you couldn't wait to get out of school. You figured that you may find happiness after you were free more often. You arrived to school as usual...but you felt something different in the pit of your stomach. A sensation of being followed. You had twenty minutes before your first block began. You sat by the fountain in front of the school, silently reading, alone, as you always were.
"Hey there." A man in a long black cloak approached you. You felt uneasy about him, your heart began to race.
"Who are you? You don't look anything like a stu
T3h Best Akuroku Fanfic EVARHOW TO WRITE THE BEST AKUROKU FANFIC EVART3h Best Akuroku Fanfic EVAR5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As one of the founders of Akuroku club, I've read all the fanfics that ever get put up, especially the best ones. You know, the ones with the hawtest Axels and the most pashionite smexy scenes. Well now I can tell you all their juiciest secrets and by the end you'll know how to write the best akuroku fic evar.
T3H 3 M's: MISSPELL, MIX-UP, AND MISUSE. Vocabulary, that is. Their are certain rules u need to follow. Tradishens within fanfiction writing include: pashionite, loose and lose
(if you don't know the difference between these two you seriously need to read more actual books), tounge, its and it's, and weather and whether. For more information on tradishunel vocabulary, see here.
Always narrate from Roxas's POV. Because Axel is sexy and mysterious!!1! And theirs always more suspence from the uke's point of view!
Make Axel use his cat