Sarah leaned back into her seat, closing her eyes. She could see the bright glare of the computer screen from behind her eyelids. Writer's block sucks, she thought. " ...If only I was creative!" she spoke to no one. It was a Saturday night and her parents had gone out to supper with another couple, leaving Sarah with her annoying 12 year old brother.
All of a sudden she heard a crash coming from the kitchen. Speak of the devil... She rushed downstairs to find it in absolute dissaray. The glass cabinet had shattered, leaving shards to cover the floor like dangerous glitter. A tennis ball lay on the floor a few yards away.
Sarah heard a whimper behind her. Turning, she saw her brother sheepishly scuffling his feet on the tile.
" Toby!" she growled, " What in the hell were you thinking?"
Toby shot her a defensive look " I was just trying to hit a bulls-eye!"
Sarah peered around him and spotted a plastic target hanging on the wall.
" Then how did you manage to hit the cabinet?"
" I may have thrown it a bit too hard..." Came his mumbled reply.
Sarah threw her hands up in the air in exasperation "Ugh!" she screamed, " Do you know how much trouble I'm going to be in for your stupidity? Why can't you just think for once?!"
" Well, I make mistakes! Just like any other normal human being!" He snapped at her, " Maybe if you were actually watching me instead of writing your stupid story, this wouldn't have happened!"
With that, he turned on his heel and stomped upstairs. He could hear Sarah's disgruntled huff as he left. Stupid sister, he thought. He reached his door and, for emphasis, slammed it with all his might. He could've sworn the walls shook.
" Childish!" was Sarah's reply.
He made it through the mess that was his room and threw himself onto his bed. Turning over onto his back, he sighed. Why can't she just back off for once? I was bored.. I didn't know what would happen, he thought. He closed his eyes and thought of the stories she used to tell. When she was actually fun. They were grand stories, something that would make the perfect adventure book, you know. A goblin king.. and an adventure through a terrible cheating labyrinth, meeting all sorts of good and bad creatures.
She had even thrown Toby in there, as the main goal. " Hmph," He grumbled, " Like she'd ever care if I dissapear.."
He had loved those stories, but one day she had stopped telling them. When he had prodded her about it she had only replied with a " What are you talking about?"
It'd be nice if the goblin king'd come and take me away from my dreadful sister, he thought. Opening his eyes, he tasted the words silently, knowing exactly what to say. Clearing his throat, he said " I wish the goblin king would come take me away from this dreadful place right now!"
He waited. And waited. He sighed. Turning over on his side, he closed his eyes. Of course nothing'd happen, he thought.
" Toby, come help me pick up your mess right this minute!" came a shriek from downstairs. Toby threw the covers off of his body.
" Fine, you bi- "
Toby stared. he rubbed his eyes. Looked again. Before him was a grand throne, with ivory furnishing and a deep purple velvet seat. On it sat a tall, dark-haired man. Toby shivered as his peircing gray eyes looked at him over his nose.
" W- who are you?" Toby asked.
That earned a snicker from the man. " Why, I'm the goblin king of course."