Title: "The One Impossible Thing"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes, the one impossible thing is tolerating one more brat.
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Author's Note: 244. That's the number of stories that were sitting on my hard drive collecting dust because I lack the energy and time to take care of them as I once did. My betaing pattern has always been to write, then type up if written on paper, the story, read it aloud to my beloved Jack and our children, editing as I go, and then finally format and post. Sadly, this part is simply taking too much of my time and energy, and my beloved Jack and I have too little time together in person these days to be able to keep up with my stories. So what to do? Give up writing? I actually considered it for a while, tried to make excuses to myself other than the large number of stories collecting cyber dust on my computer, as to why I lacked the energy and Muse to write new tales. And then, with the turn of the new year, I decided to stop running and face the problem. The problem is, quite frankly, that once one gets so bogged down in formatting and editing that writing is no longer a pleasure but the actual posting of those writings becomes a hassle and - egad! - work, it's time to cut something out, and that will never be the writing process. So, in short, yes, there will be mistakes in this tale. Yes, it's missing about half of the header information I usually include. But I wrote it for pleasure and am posting it in hopes of sharing that pleasure with others. Do with it as you will.
"Can you imagine what I would do if I could do all I can?" He burned to ask just one of these little, snot-nosed brats who stumbled into his labyrinth at their own request that question. He did everything they asked of him, because it was his duty, his role in life and their miserable coming of age. He even let them beat them in the end, and yet, if he was to only once free himself of the shackles his duties placed upon him, Jareth knew that none of these girls would make it out of his labyrinth alive.
He could, after all, do anything, turn time backward or forward at his whim, turn the world upside down, merge two realms so that the little mortals could leave their own world for a while and find their adult selves while hunting for the siblings they asked him to take. He could take the very stars from the sky if he so choose, or send Earth spiraling into outer space. He could do anything.
Yet the one thing that seemed most impossible many days and nights was the one that his supposed Highers told him should be easy. Jareth growled, flapped his wings, and took off from the latest girl's window. His talons ripped a branch as he took off; he didn't look back. If he had to listen to one more crying brat this week, he refused to hold himself to blame for what happened to her foolish neck!
The End
