A/N: This is a collection of one-shots that were inspired by random photos. They were posted as a challenge each week in my favorite group on FB (Labyrinth Fan Fiction Lovers). I didn't write anything for most when it was posted but I've decided to go back and write something for each of them as little writing exercises since I'm busy packing atm. I may make longer stories out of a few of these one day, but I won't promise that. I'll try to give a brief description of the photo at the beginning of each ficlet.

#1 picture of David Bowie sitting on a cart full of apples with a crystal in his hand

Sarah walked slowly through the little marketplace. She was visiting her aunt in a small town in Virginia. It was early Autumn and it was amazing. The weather was just cold enough to need a sweater, but not a heavy one. The leaves on all the trees were bright reds and oranges with a few yellows mixed in and everyone was cheerful and friendly.

Sarah loved visiting her aunt, especially in the fall. The autumn festival was her favorite. All the handmade items and homemade goodies she could ever want were right there in one park. The festival lasted all weekend and Sarah knew never to buy anything until Sunday as that's when you could find all the best deals.

As she made her way down the rows of stalls, she spotted a large cart at the end, filled with apples. She hadn't seen that the day before and she wondered if she had missed it or if it was new.

Approaching the cart, she looked around but saw no one watching it. The cart didn't seem to be part of any stall and there was nothing to indicate that they were for sale. "Hello?" She called as she stepped closer, but no one answered.

As she peered into the cart, looking at the apples, she felt the air grow colder as the wind blew through the park. Suddenly a hand holding a luscious red apple appeared in front of her. "An apple for the lady?"

Turning, Sarah found the arm belonged to a tall man in jeans and a long black coat. "Are these your apples?" She asked as she studied the man. He had short spikey dirty blonde hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Something seemed very familiar about those eyes.

"Just those in this cart." He replied with a smile. "I brought them for tonight's festivities."

"Oh?" Sarah tilted her head trying to figure out why he looked and sounded so familiar. She didn't know many men with British accents.

"Bobbing for apples and I believe one booth will be making candy apples." He explained.

"Really?" She smiled. "I didn't think bobbing for apple was popular anymore and normally I associate it with Halloween."

"The youngsters still enjoy it and Hallow's Eve is less than a month away," he stated as he rolled the apple down his around and over his hand.

As Sarah watched him roll the apple up and down his arms, her first thought was it was like Aladdin, the when it seemed to float around his hand as he moved back and forth, she became memorized by it. "How did you?"

Smirking, he tossed the apple up and spun around, his hand held out behind him. The apple came down and he easily caught it behind his back. Apple in hand, he turned around and bowed to her. "Just a simple trick I learned to entertain the children."

"It's quite impressive."

"Thank you, my lady." He offered her the apple once more and this time she took it from his hand. "Feel free to help yourself to any of my apples."

"Thank you, that's very kind. I..."

"Sarah!"

Sarah turned to see her aunt waving to her from a booth that sold pumpkins. "It seems you're being summoned."

"Yea, sorry but I have to go," Sarah said sadly. She wanted to stay and talk longer, but her aunt wasn't a patient woman.

"You must do what you must do, Sarah." He whispered by her ear.

She turned, startled by his sudden closeness. "Yes, I must..."

He took her hand and brought it to his lips where he kissed it softly. "Farewell, my Lady." He bowed to her and walked away.

Sarah watched him walk off, still unable to shake the feeling of familiarity she got from him. When her aunt yelled for her once more, she shook her head and walked away, leaving the cart of apples behind.

Once Sarah was out of site, the man pushed the cart further away from the booths. He parked it where it wouldn't be seen and sat on the apples in it. "Dear, sweet Sarah, you certainly have grown." He picked up an apple and twirled it on his fingertips. The red faded away and when it stopped glowing, it was now a crystal in his hand.

"Enjoy the apple, Sarah." He mused as he watched her in the crystal. "One day you shall return to me."

Tossing the crystal up into the air, it burst and a shower of glitter filled the air causing the cart and the Goblin King to vanish.