Want a challenge? Go put on your music player and hit 'shuffle'. Now write five drabbles based on the first five songs that come up – no cheating or skipping!

Can you do it? Bad Mum and I were able to so far. Here's my results below - a series of unrelated Labyrinth drabbles:

Bits and Pieces

Shadow Zone – Elisa

Sarah walked down the long passage way. A slow warm wind blustered by, and she clenched her fists. Looking around, she could see nothing yet again.

Her pace quickened a bit – not a run, just a walk while in the long shadows the tall walls cast. After several minutes of going nowhere, her pace slowed again. Thoughts were bouncing off the inside of her head.

Had he really teased her like that? Had he really dipped his head so close to her ear, so that her breath caught and she couldn't breathe?

She could almost swear that the Goblin King was laughing at her right then. She whirled around suddenly, expecting to see his dancing shadow before her, like it had back in her parent's bedroom. But the long empty corridor was empty.

Sarah felt empty. She almost wanted to feel his breath on her ear again – for his hand to rest on her shoulder perhaps, to dissuade her from moving farther.

But didn't she have to save her brother? And wasn't the Goblin King her enemy? Her thoughts were jumbled, her emotions impossible to sort, and figure out.

Sarah spun on her heel and began to run. She had to get the castle. She had to.

A Thousand Words – Lizanne Knott

Jareth knew he was dreaming – it was the only thing that it could. He would never have seen Sarah except for in his mind, in the few minutes of the deepest sleep.

He was sitting by a river, lapping by, and Sarah stepped beside him. She didn't sit down like she did most nights, but instead just stood.

"Why?" she asked, and Jareth didn't answer. She always asked at some point in time, but not usually as early as this. Jareth never answered though – he truly didn't have a good enough answer.

Was his love for her not strong enough for her? Was that why? Or was it perhaps because there wasn't enough time?

Jareth would just sit, staring away, until they both drifted off to their respective worlds. And then for a few moments Jareth would know why.

There simply wasn't enough words to explain it.

Lights and Sounds – Yellowcard

Sarah turned the key in her lock, and turned away from the door. She paused, almost expecting someone to be there in her apartment.

No one was. No one ever was.

She sighed, and put her groceries on the counter. In between putting the milk and OJ in the fridge she put on the radio – loud music started to play, and she gave a little half smile. She spun, throwing cookies into the pantry and crackers into her mouth. She shook her hips and sang into a spatula on the counter.

Everything was perfectly normal – or so it seemed. None would notice the spinning was in fact a way to keep an eye everywhere, the groceries were weapons to throw, and her shaking hips were ways to shove past. The spatula was actually a way to stab if necessary.

Nothing was ever as it seemed.

To Where You Are – Josh Groban

Toby hated visiting the graveyard with his parents. His mom always blubbered and cried, and Dad just stared glumly.

It wrecked things. Especially when you were trying to wish properly.

Toby didn't know the proper words though – if he did, maybe he'd know how to bring Sarah back. Some days when he was at Sarah's grave and he was alone, he thought he had the right words…but then he'd try and the words would be wrong.

He just wanted to see Sarah again. That was all – he hadn't been able to tell her that he loved her, or that he was thankful for all that she did. But he couldn't have told her anyway – he hadn't even known about the Underground before a few years ago.

Toby would have even been content with being wherever she was, just with her. Anything but being left alone where he was.

White Wedding – Billy Idol

Jareth buried his head in his hands at his sister's news.

"How could you?" He cried out at last.

She wrung her hands. "Well I knew you wouldn't be willing to sit with any of my ladies in waiting, or Damian's sisters." Jareth visibly shuddered. "And I knew you two had met in the past –"

"Met, isn't the word I'd use."

"Neither the word she used," his sister smiled wryly. "But I thought you two would at least get along." She put out her lower lip, pouting. "It's my wedding, . Couldn't you just put this aside?"

Jareth sighed, "What did Sarah say when you popped into her house asking her to be my escort?"

His sister bit her lip. "I don't think you want to know…"

For only one time, reviewers will get a special invite to Jareth's sisters wedding. I believe there will be several drunken people around - probably a good chance to get a dance with Jareth, perhaps more...

Good incentive to review, eh?