A little time off.
Chapter 1
Seven years and still no piece. No time to rest. Time has indeed been a cruel mistress. For over the past seven years there has been death, lies, loneliness and utter emptiness. Sarah had thought at the time that getting home with Toby was the most important thing that would ever matter to her. But if that was true then why did this life that she'd fought so hard for seem so meaningless.
Without fairy tales, without the Labyrinth, without Jareth life had lost its spark. At 22 Sarah had achieved nothing of importance, well at least not to her. She had a steady job and always paid her rent on time, never had trouble with her boss or neighbours but still wans't happy.
Its all so boring no adventure, no mystery, no spark, no Jar… No no no thoughts like that aren't allowed. Thoughts like that are dangerous and should never under any circumstances be spoken aloud.
Words can bring trouble, power, release but that's not really a good thing to be thinking about either.
As lonely as Sarah was she'd never admit it. She'd have no one to tell anyway, well except her best and only "real" friend William. William had lived next door to Sarah when she'd first moved into her apartment, he'd been sweet. Still is although recently his cute attempts at asking her on dates and blatant flirting have stopped being cute and started being creep.
Although Sarah is old enough to be curious about sex, there was no one around who she had an interest in to help satisfy her curiosity. All the guys that she met never met up to standards.
Don't get the wrong impression Sarah's not picky its just that all the men around just didn't have that certain something that mad her heart flutter wildly at the mere thought of them. Just weren't, tall enough or blonde enough or stylish (in their own specially way) enough. They just weren't ultra sexy - tight trouser wearing – fluffy blonde haired – goblin kings.
But as Sarah had learnt from a very young age that "We can't always get what we want!"
And no matter how unfair is it, that's just the way it is. No one ever said that life would be a piece of cake…
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In a room mad of crystal mirrors a man, if a man is what you'd call him, sits alone in a dark room staring in to a circular crystal gripped tightly in his hand.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah… if you think that denial is going to help you, then you are gravely mistaken" laughed quietly to himself as the crystal shattered into pieces and fell to the floor frightening the already terrified goblins.
This is my first story so if you don't like it let me know so I can crush my dreams by never ever writing again to save you all from having to read it. (joking by the way). xXx