Authors Note + Disclaimer: sorry it took so long to get this next part up but I had to finish "Now you See it Now you Don't" which if you haven't read you should go read you should also read anything and everything by the author "Seven Deadly Sins" but anyway back to this story I noticed there were a few typos and word confusions in it and so I'll try an proof read this one Labyrinth doesn't belong to me and never will and I have no money so don't sue me or do something equally evil like turn me in to a toad or something
Also thank you everyone who read the first part of my story :)
*~*~ Take a Walk Chapter 2 ~*~*
The Goblin shook his large green bumpy head and tried to pull his short squat self to his feet. "ouy, that was one heck of a punt Aidan gave me," he said out loud to himself. But he was used to it he generally got punted and kicked, a lot more than other goblins he realized.
He stood up, shook himself out again, and narrowly missed getting hit by a car.
"What the?! Oh my oh my," the goblin quickly began running, or waddling more like, this way and that trying to avoid the sudden onslaught of cars, his mind racing for the first time he could remember.
"I don't think I'm in the labyrinth anymore. I always thought worst case scenario I'd end up in the sticky swamp..." he cringed at that though. He couldn't think of a worse fate then being sticky forever. He recalled having heard that in the Movie Aidan planted on the above ground world, that there was something like a smelly swamp instead of a sticky one, but he would much rather be smelly (he already was actually, so there would be no change), than sticky.
"But this isn't no sticky swamp, and this isn't no Labyrinth," actually he realized come to think of it this didn't seem like the underground at all. He didn't get to finish his thought as he had his foot stepped on by a particularly pointy shoe causing him to leap back into traffic.
When he got back onto safe car free land he attempted to collect his thoughts, this ended up being quite a task because he very rarely had coherent thoughts and had never had enough at any one time to collect them.
He walked into a large space with trees, grass, asphalt paths, roller bladers, but most importantly benches where proceeded to sit, place his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands and think.
"It is evident," thought the goblin slowly and carefully, nodding his head in time with each word, "that this is not the underground..." he pondered this realization for some time, hitting his head trying to bang the logical conclusion which he felt sure was supposed to follow, into the spot it needed to be for him to realize it.
"It would then logically follow that if I'm not in the underground..." he said this even more slowly starting to get impatient with himself and his daftness.
Suddenly a light came into his eyes, and then an aghast look covered his small green goblin face.
"If I'm not underground," he said this very quickly his eyes getting larger and larger, "then..." he said very slowly hoping that his logical conclusion could somehow not be true.
"OH BLOODY HELL!!!!" He shouted standing up on the bench but with so much force that it threw him right back down again, "I must be above ground..."
~*~* Chapter 3 *~*~
Hey there Diary,
Okay so lets start this relationship with an apology, I'm really bad at writing diary entries (Authors Note: so am I but I keep on writing them for my characters and I just can't understand why) so your just gonna have to cope. (Authors note: he he he and all you reader will have to cope as well ::more gales of fiendish laughter::)
Since I just received this diary yesterday I may as well describe myself so that when reading this over again in twenty years I can look back at my childhood swelling with expectations of nostalgia and realize that actually I was a freak and a rather boring one at that.
I am Sixteen years old (as of yesterday) I live in a very large city in a large twelfth floor apartment where, thank the non-existent gods I have my own room. I'm the middle child, I have an older brother in college, and I have a one-year-old sister. Actually she's my half sister my parents are divorced and I haven't seen my mother in years, she moved to the other side of the country and is living in an artists community finding her inner child. I still get letters form her sometimes but they generally consist of Buddhist sayings, abstract sketches, and recipes for preparing tofu. But that's not as bad as it sounds I dappled in organic vegetarianism for a while and the tofu recipes came in handy. My father then sent me to a psychiatrist because he thought I was on drugs. I now only eat chicken and fish I still won't eat any red meat. Of course I don't think that helped that much. My dad is now pondering sending me back to the shrink because I generally listen to loud music, and I have a feeling that the green and purple streaks my friends helped me put in my hair last night aren't going to help the matter.
But I digress. Anyway as I said I'm the middle child. My brother's name is Jacob, my sisters name is Chloe, and now reading this over I have realized that I never told you my name, well anyway as always the odd one out I had the "luck" to get the strange name, my name is Madison.
From what I have heard the purpose of diary's is to record your day. So here goes.
Momentarily it is 1:07 PM I am sitting in my room at my highly cluttered desk eating a bowl of cereal, which claims it tastes like waffles. The last of my friends went home an hour ago from my birthday party. They were my five closest friends spending the night. Liz, Tristen (she's the one who gave me this diary) Donna, Portia, and Sadie. Earlier I had 3 guys over (one of which was my BOYFRIEND Taylor!!!) and the other two were my friends Noel and Ryan, but my dad and my stepmom said that they couldn't spend the night. When the guys were here we all went to the park and rollerbladed and then went to a little club to see a band our friend Raymond is in. Sadie wanted to go to a dance club after but I'm "technically" not allowed to go to those and we would have been home after curfew so we bid the boys farewell and went back home.
So at home we watched silly movies like "Labyrinth" and "Empire Records" then we chatted dyed my hair and went to bed. You know a basic sleep over.
Ciao my friend
I am being called by the powers who be (my parents)
Luv ya
Madison
Authors Note: Okay so that's it I know it's pretty short and that the Diary entry may seem kinda senseless But I don't think it will end up being senseless at least I hope not also Madison's feelings on some subjects aren't my own so don't give me any grief about them
Also thank you everyone who read the first part of my story :)
*~*~ Take a Walk Chapter 2 ~*~*
The Goblin shook his large green bumpy head and tried to pull his short squat self to his feet. "ouy, that was one heck of a punt Aidan gave me," he said out loud to himself. But he was used to it he generally got punted and kicked, a lot more than other goblins he realized.
He stood up, shook himself out again, and narrowly missed getting hit by a car.
"What the?! Oh my oh my," the goblin quickly began running, or waddling more like, this way and that trying to avoid the sudden onslaught of cars, his mind racing for the first time he could remember.
"I don't think I'm in the labyrinth anymore. I always thought worst case scenario I'd end up in the sticky swamp..." he cringed at that though. He couldn't think of a worse fate then being sticky forever. He recalled having heard that in the Movie Aidan planted on the above ground world, that there was something like a smelly swamp instead of a sticky one, but he would much rather be smelly (he already was actually, so there would be no change), than sticky.
"But this isn't no sticky swamp, and this isn't no Labyrinth," actually he realized come to think of it this didn't seem like the underground at all. He didn't get to finish his thought as he had his foot stepped on by a particularly pointy shoe causing him to leap back into traffic.
When he got back onto safe car free land he attempted to collect his thoughts, this ended up being quite a task because he very rarely had coherent thoughts and had never had enough at any one time to collect them.
He walked into a large space with trees, grass, asphalt paths, roller bladers, but most importantly benches where proceeded to sit, place his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands and think.
"It is evident," thought the goblin slowly and carefully, nodding his head in time with each word, "that this is not the underground..." he pondered this realization for some time, hitting his head trying to bang the logical conclusion which he felt sure was supposed to follow, into the spot it needed to be for him to realize it.
"It would then logically follow that if I'm not in the underground..." he said this even more slowly starting to get impatient with himself and his daftness.
Suddenly a light came into his eyes, and then an aghast look covered his small green goblin face.
"If I'm not underground," he said this very quickly his eyes getting larger and larger, "then..." he said very slowly hoping that his logical conclusion could somehow not be true.
"OH BLOODY HELL!!!!" He shouted standing up on the bench but with so much force that it threw him right back down again, "I must be above ground..."
~*~* Chapter 3 *~*~
Hey there Diary,
Okay so lets start this relationship with an apology, I'm really bad at writing diary entries (Authors Note: so am I but I keep on writing them for my characters and I just can't understand why) so your just gonna have to cope. (Authors note: he he he and all you reader will have to cope as well ::more gales of fiendish laughter::)
Since I just received this diary yesterday I may as well describe myself so that when reading this over again in twenty years I can look back at my childhood swelling with expectations of nostalgia and realize that actually I was a freak and a rather boring one at that.
I am Sixteen years old (as of yesterday) I live in a very large city in a large twelfth floor apartment where, thank the non-existent gods I have my own room. I'm the middle child, I have an older brother in college, and I have a one-year-old sister. Actually she's my half sister my parents are divorced and I haven't seen my mother in years, she moved to the other side of the country and is living in an artists community finding her inner child. I still get letters form her sometimes but they generally consist of Buddhist sayings, abstract sketches, and recipes for preparing tofu. But that's not as bad as it sounds I dappled in organic vegetarianism for a while and the tofu recipes came in handy. My father then sent me to a psychiatrist because he thought I was on drugs. I now only eat chicken and fish I still won't eat any red meat. Of course I don't think that helped that much. My dad is now pondering sending me back to the shrink because I generally listen to loud music, and I have a feeling that the green and purple streaks my friends helped me put in my hair last night aren't going to help the matter.
But I digress. Anyway as I said I'm the middle child. My brother's name is Jacob, my sisters name is Chloe, and now reading this over I have realized that I never told you my name, well anyway as always the odd one out I had the "luck" to get the strange name, my name is Madison.
From what I have heard the purpose of diary's is to record your day. So here goes.
Momentarily it is 1:07 PM I am sitting in my room at my highly cluttered desk eating a bowl of cereal, which claims it tastes like waffles. The last of my friends went home an hour ago from my birthday party. They were my five closest friends spending the night. Liz, Tristen (she's the one who gave me this diary) Donna, Portia, and Sadie. Earlier I had 3 guys over (one of which was my BOYFRIEND Taylor!!!) and the other two were my friends Noel and Ryan, but my dad and my stepmom said that they couldn't spend the night. When the guys were here we all went to the park and rollerbladed and then went to a little club to see a band our friend Raymond is in. Sadie wanted to go to a dance club after but I'm "technically" not allowed to go to those and we would have been home after curfew so we bid the boys farewell and went back home.
So at home we watched silly movies like "Labyrinth" and "Empire Records" then we chatted dyed my hair and went to bed. You know a basic sleep over.
Ciao my friend
I am being called by the powers who be (my parents)
Luv ya
Madison
Authors Note: Okay so that's it I know it's pretty short and that the Diary entry may seem kinda senseless But I don't think it will end up being senseless at least I hope not also Madison's feelings on some subjects aren't my own so don't give me any grief about them