Hey peoples. Here is yet another chapter. The lyrics are from Savage
Garden. The song is called Promises. One of my personal favorites.
Anyway, if I don't write for a while, don't kill me!!! I have some
really hard classes I am doing and I am trying to graduate this year,
so be nice!
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"Psst, Sarah. It's me, Hoggle."
"Hoggle?!?!?" Sarah shifted so that she could see under the bench.
"Don't look Sarah, pretend that I am not here. Jareth might be
watching in one of his damn crystals." Sarah thought that if he
was really watching in one of his crystals, he would know Hoggle
was there. However, she allowed Hoggle his little illusions.
"Yous gots to do somethings to get Jareth's attention. He refused
to speak with ya. Refused to see you too, so if I was you I would
give up on the whole thing. I gets to go." And with that Hoggle
vanished from under the bench. Sarah's mind drifted to the
unfinished painting in the living room. An evil smile that would
have made Jareth proud flickered across her face and she bolted
for home.
Hoggle cowered in the junkyard. Jareth was searching for him
and a one way trip to the Bog was not high on his "to do" list.
"You owe me for this Sarah." he muttered under his breath.
Hoggle held his breath as an owl swooped by. "And hurry up and
get his attention!"
Jareth was tired when he returned to his throne room. He had been
searching for the little dwarf for over an hour and was unable to
find him. (AN: Yes I know he could have looked into one of his damn
crystals, just live with it. My story, and I need Hoggle in one piece
later) "Damn dwarf. Did I not tell him to stay away from Sarah? But
no, he has to go and talk to her. The Bog is looking to good for him.
I think I wil hang him from the tunnel ceiling and let the cleaners
get him." A crystal appeared in his gloved hand. 'What are you up to
now Sarah,' he thought to himself.
Sarah was working on her painting again. Savage Garden was blaring in
the background.
Don't go making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
There's a time to play a king and a
time to be a thief
'Cause if you're making all these
promises you know you cannot keep
You know time will be the thief and
Your fallen King will end up alone...
Sarah loved that song. It reminded her of Jareth. Don't ask her how
or why, but it did. Some days Sarah hated painting on a black canvas.
Today was one of them. It had taken hours of painstaking work for
something the occasional person might notice. If you looked closely,
the crystal was resting on black gloved fingertips. Sarah looked at
the canvas thoughtfully. "What should I put in the crystal?" Almost
like a ton of bricks, (but far less painful) the idea struck her.
Grinning, she reached for her paints.
Sarah streched at 1 a.m. She definetly needed to get to bed. She
looked over her work again and grinned. She was slowly recreating
the ballroom. So far she had several other dancers in and many of
the decorations. She would finish the crowd tomorrow and maybe put
the final couple in. If this didn't get Jareth's attention, she would
be very surprised indeed.
Jareth studied the painting intesly. Why did it look so familiar?
Shaking his head, he shifted the crystals gaze to Sarah, and once
again threw the crystal at the wall. The crystal shattered into
fine dust and settled on the floor. "Damn," he muttered. "Why
do I always have to catch her changing?"
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Bad luck huh? Oh well guys, you get to review so that I know that you
still love me...Hey! Would you guys quit throwing things at me? OUCH!
*Sulking* Fine, be that way...
Garden. The song is called Promises. One of my personal favorites.
Anyway, if I don't write for a while, don't kill me!!! I have some
really hard classes I am doing and I am trying to graduate this year,
so be nice!
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"Psst, Sarah. It's me, Hoggle."
"Hoggle?!?!?" Sarah shifted so that she could see under the bench.
"Don't look Sarah, pretend that I am not here. Jareth might be
watching in one of his damn crystals." Sarah thought that if he
was really watching in one of his crystals, he would know Hoggle
was there. However, she allowed Hoggle his little illusions.
"Yous gots to do somethings to get Jareth's attention. He refused
to speak with ya. Refused to see you too, so if I was you I would
give up on the whole thing. I gets to go." And with that Hoggle
vanished from under the bench. Sarah's mind drifted to the
unfinished painting in the living room. An evil smile that would
have made Jareth proud flickered across her face and she bolted
for home.
Hoggle cowered in the junkyard. Jareth was searching for him
and a one way trip to the Bog was not high on his "to do" list.
"You owe me for this Sarah." he muttered under his breath.
Hoggle held his breath as an owl swooped by. "And hurry up and
get his attention!"
Jareth was tired when he returned to his throne room. He had been
searching for the little dwarf for over an hour and was unable to
find him. (AN: Yes I know he could have looked into one of his damn
crystals, just live with it. My story, and I need Hoggle in one piece
later) "Damn dwarf. Did I not tell him to stay away from Sarah? But
no, he has to go and talk to her. The Bog is looking to good for him.
I think I wil hang him from the tunnel ceiling and let the cleaners
get him." A crystal appeared in his gloved hand. 'What are you up to
now Sarah,' he thought to himself.
Sarah was working on her painting again. Savage Garden was blaring in
the background.
Don't go making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
There's a time to play a king and a
time to be a thief
'Cause if you're making all these
promises you know you cannot keep
You know time will be the thief and
Your fallen King will end up alone...
Sarah loved that song. It reminded her of Jareth. Don't ask her how
or why, but it did. Some days Sarah hated painting on a black canvas.
Today was one of them. It had taken hours of painstaking work for
something the occasional person might notice. If you looked closely,
the crystal was resting on black gloved fingertips. Sarah looked at
the canvas thoughtfully. "What should I put in the crystal?" Almost
like a ton of bricks, (but far less painful) the idea struck her.
Grinning, she reached for her paints.
Sarah streched at 1 a.m. She definetly needed to get to bed. She
looked over her work again and grinned. She was slowly recreating
the ballroom. So far she had several other dancers in and many of
the decorations. She would finish the crowd tomorrow and maybe put
the final couple in. If this didn't get Jareth's attention, she would
be very surprised indeed.
Jareth studied the painting intesly. Why did it look so familiar?
Shaking his head, he shifted the crystals gaze to Sarah, and once
again threw the crystal at the wall. The crystal shattered into
fine dust and settled on the floor. "Damn," he muttered. "Why
do I always have to catch her changing?"
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Bad luck huh? Oh well guys, you get to review so that I know that you
still love me...Hey! Would you guys quit throwing things at me? OUCH!
*Sulking* Fine, be that way...