Behind These Gentle Walls
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Opening Act.
(An old familiar song plays slowly in the background)
As the world falls down…
(Figures dance gracefully at a ball; it seems to be a celebration of some sort)
Falling down…
(A man comes on stage)
"I thank you all for coming today to signify the fact that the Goblin King is dead, I am now your Lord and Master! Celebrate this day as you will celebrate every under me, and I shall bring peace to all."
A small girl in the back of the crowd could barely stifle a gasp as she heard, and the speaker smirked in twisted delight- waiting for her to turn and run. When she did, as the man knew she would, he dropped his glass of wine and immediately sprinted after her. The guests and dancers vanished as the scene changed to an endless hallway- the Escher room. And so the chase began.
Her chocolate hair whipped against her bare shoulders as she clambered up and down staircases, she barely wheezed in a breath between footsteps, her legs grew weary from the strain. Her lungs burned but she refused to stop or look back. For she knew that if she did, he would be there. He was always there. So much so that she could no longer tell if it were really him, with his own sadistic nature- or as a part of her begged to believe, merely an imposter out for revenge. Well it didn't matter who it was now. If they caught her….
Frantic thoughts made her heart leap faster and her legs got tangled up as they tried to made gravity work straight. She ran as fast as she could ever dream of running. And still she could not escape him. He was her death, and she knew it. All she could hear were his footsteps growing closer; all she could feel was fright – and then – nothing. Her face froze in a mask of terror at the feel of warm blood running down her back. She became weak and tired; it wasn't long before she was desperately pleading for death. It couldn't come fast enough.
(The music in the background shatters and contorts)
Your eyes can be so cruel!
Suddenly the girl finds herself falling… twisting and bending in the black air.
(Evil laughter fills the area and echoes around the room)
A porcelain figurine breaks into a million pieces as it hits the reflective obsidian floor. The pieces turn to glass, reflecting the depths of the world.
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It's a story told over and over within the pages of this site, yet, different somehow. Once again there's trouble in the Labyrinth- and once again Sarah goes to help. But this time it isn't Jareth who is asking. It's another- and she's being deceived. Can Jareth make it to her in time to save her from his clutches- or will she escape to the Underground and leave him behind?
This story is meant to be around two acts, four scenes each (3/1/10 Half-way through the story! I finished the last part of Act One).
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When lovers leave us, what's the point? Like a socket ripped from joint. A meadow with no flowers; or a human with no soul. To idle way the hours, as earth sit still and soil. Time does not move for her; and he greaves in his sorrow. Is there no hope in them, no reason for tomorrow? When lovers break apart- earth shatters into shards. As in the living hell.
When you're left with no more cards; When there's more than you can take, left with the pieces of thread- secluded in the lake.
-Darksea
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Please leave a review, and I'll keep writing! (Yes, I'm slow. Who isn't? Have you SEEN how rushed my chapters are? Well, actually that's probably because I upload my rough copies and then clean them up later... oopsie... but don't let that deter you from reading! My paragraph structures might not be gold star, but I've been told that my ideas are! And no I don't ryhme that often, it annoys me as much as you((P.S, read the update dates on the chapters- I can't always go back to get rid of 'edit' notes, but if you read the update date then you'll know which notes to ignore and which ones to pay attention too.)))