Heya all! I have now invaded yet ANOTHER place on FF.NET, you see me lots
of other places so I thought-'well I'm gonna do the Labyrinth now as well!'
so here I is!
PROLOGUE:
Title: Things aren't always as they seem.
Author: The Shinonbiyoru a.k.a Katania Ella Morri!
Email: FallenAngelMorri@aol.com
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Rating: NC-17 BIG style! I like graphica so if that scares you-GO AWAY! lol.
Summary: Basically I HATE the way Jareth is so OOC in fics-I like him evil. It's the best way, he's so.sexy that way, lol! But then again he loves Sarah but doesn't like to admit that, even to the 'lost recesses of his mind.' I love that sentence.Hehee! But anyway-Sarah, a few years after her ordeal, has started to write books, she is also an artist and so she illustrates what she writes about. She has discovered she has talent, but where is she getting her inspiration from exactly? Wait and see!
Chapters: AS MANY AS I CAAAN!
WARNINGS: VERY graphic material in this, but there IS plot! I hate PWP sometimes, it annoys me. Mind you I did write a HP fic like that-Hehee. Also PLEASE excuse me if you read some 'foreign' words, we come from a VERY English background and some words are proper OLD English! lol. If there are some words you don't follow then please say so-don't suffer in silence!
\/\/\/\/ Depicts change in person ~~~~ Depicts a time 'jump.' **** Depicts end in author notes or end of chapter. :: :: Depicts thoughts. Please also check out my profile and if you like HP fics then go to the link specified on there. PLEASE R&R and tell me if you like it-and if not TELL me why, I can't be bothered with close-minded criticism if your not willing to explain WHY you don't like it in the first place. Thanks for reading, now on with the show!
Huggles *~Shin~*
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Winter had come quite quickly, all the trees had become bland and lifeless once again, the animals had hibernated and the birds had flown south. The snow was heavily laden on the ground, and it's white and pure appeal didn't disguise how damned cold it was though! It may look like fluffy mashed potato but it froze you to the bone, potatoes never did that. Someone sat alone in a room, sniffling miserably, it was colder in her apartment she was sure, you'd think with the money she'd earned she could at least afford proper heating, or a few more fluffy blankets at least. Sarah Williams sat on her chair shivering slightly, she had made sure all the windows were closed and there were no drafts coming through underneath the doors because she had invested in 'snakes,' draft excluders were there technical names but she had always known them as such. She had used to think they were real snakes when she was little, he father had used to say- she stopped there. Her father, the 'lovely' man had turfed her out, of course it had been mostly Karen's doing, but still-her own father! He hadn't even looked at her when Karen was yelling at Sarah, he had remained staring resolutely at the floor as if he were taking real interest in the carpet. Sarah gritted her teeth in anger and began the counting process she was taught to calm herself down.1,2,3,4,5,6-it wasn't helping any.
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Upon his mottled throne the King of Goblins sat in an almost bored manner, he stared resolutely out of the window and wished that he could have snow. Of course he COULD have it, all he had to do was think about it and then he could change the weather around that part of his domain-but it wasn't the same. Experiencing something and MAKING it was different, it was like if someone made you dinner-it tasted great, and if you made it yourself-it tasted crap. (AN: Or it is in MY case) He sighed abruptly, disturbing a few dozing Goblins with the noise, he didn't care though, and he had been watching someone for a while through one of his many conjured crystals and had decided he wanted to go aboveworld once again.
Jareth gazed around with those strange, yet beautiful eyes, surveying all he owned. It wasn't much inside, Goblin's littered his palace and he had to stop himself from kicking more than one each hour-he was trying to cut down. It was a bit like smoking, a habit, but unlike smoking he didn't get cancer-he got scuffed boots from where he booted one of the hard- skinned creatures. And Jareth didn't want to have scuffed boots-oh no, how could he strike peril into the hearts of those whom he came across if he looked like a ragamuffin? He prided himself on his kempt apparel, he was- after all-a king.
With a shake of his blonde/silver head Jareth began to transform, the process didn't hurt, after all- Fae-had kin-spirits, animals that they were attached to in a way that one may be attached to a limb. Jareth felt the familiar 'tug' and he finally turned into an owl. Beautiful, he loved this form, he spent many hours hovering over his Labyrinth in his new-form, One thing he could be proud of-with the exception of his polished boots. He loved the way the Labyrinth ensnared it's victims-Jareth was sadistically clever and it brought him joy to watch people suffer-especially one person in particular.
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Sarah stood finally, after a few hours of scribbling, throwing away, burning and swearing she had compiled another 'plan' for a book. She hadn't yet got a title, usually when authors try to think of titles-it doesn't happen-it's as if there's a block in your head and there's something hidden behind it. Sarah was no exception, the drawings were easy, it's just the 'story' itself that was disturbing her, she had it pretty much mapped out and now all she had to do was search for inspiration to start her writing. You had to get into a rhythm to write, then once that took over you were fine-until-dreaded writers block took over. The scum of the writer world! It came and stole your idea's and forced you to forget what you were doing, ::like the peach:: Sarah's mind whispered rebelliously. She had tried to train her thoughts away from that area of her head! Sometimes she felt like whacking herself on the head, in hope her brain would fall out so she could take the pieces she didn't need-or want to remember-out.
::But it's not that simple, is it? You still remember them.you still remember HIM:: She seriously was thinking about getting a rolling pin now and inflicting some damage! She thought that maybe being admitted somewhere wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all she HAD been having the strangest dreams, ::About that guy again!:: Why did her brain have to have a mind of it's own? ::Hah!:: "Pun was NOT intended!" she cried, talking to herself.first sign of madness, or was it the second? Anyway it felt like she should be in stage 7 of madness now! She had to stop dreaming about disturbing things, granted her inspiration came from them, granted it made her a lot of money, granted she got to have sex with someone very nice in the dream and-::you admitted you like him!:: "I SO want to knock myself out!!!"
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If he could have grinned maliciously, he would have, but having a beak there is a liiittle amount of trouble that come with that urge. He had been sat on the branch for a while, in the snow. He liked snow, he also liked hurting people. It was the same for him-snow and people in danger, if he were on a couch talking to a psychiatrist he would have made an interesting case-before they carted him off to the loony-bin that is. He had felt an almost insane amount of pleasure at finding himself here and not just because of the snow. He had landed outside of a dingy little apartment, watching through a dingy little window, at a beautiful girl slouched over a few pieces of paper-asleep. It was easy for a bird to sleep upright but he wondered how she did it-the she that had solved his Labyrinth. He had been drawn here, even in owl form with the best navigating system known he had still been brought here. Outside Sarah William's window.
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Hiya guys! Sorry about the shortness of the chappie but I always do the first one short to see if it's worth me carrying on because people might not like my style of writing. I won the 'summer contest' for characterisation of some HP characters and 'witty writing' is one thing I cherish! If you can't laugh then why live?
PLEASE review because it helps ME as well. I need to know what you don't like e.t.c. Well Buh bye for now all!
Words: Kempt= Clean tidy and well looked after.
*~Shin/Kat~*
PROLOGUE:
Title: Things aren't always as they seem.
Author: The Shinonbiyoru a.k.a Katania Ella Morri!
Email: FallenAngelMorri@aol.com
Url:
Rating: NC-17 BIG style! I like graphica so if that scares you-GO AWAY! lol.
Summary: Basically I HATE the way Jareth is so OOC in fics-I like him evil. It's the best way, he's so.sexy that way, lol! But then again he loves Sarah but doesn't like to admit that, even to the 'lost recesses of his mind.' I love that sentence.Hehee! But anyway-Sarah, a few years after her ordeal, has started to write books, she is also an artist and so she illustrates what she writes about. She has discovered she has talent, but where is she getting her inspiration from exactly? Wait and see!
Chapters: AS MANY AS I CAAAN!
WARNINGS: VERY graphic material in this, but there IS plot! I hate PWP sometimes, it annoys me. Mind you I did write a HP fic like that-Hehee. Also PLEASE excuse me if you read some 'foreign' words, we come from a VERY English background and some words are proper OLD English! lol. If there are some words you don't follow then please say so-don't suffer in silence!
\/\/\/\/ Depicts change in person ~~~~ Depicts a time 'jump.' **** Depicts end in author notes or end of chapter. :: :: Depicts thoughts. Please also check out my profile and if you like HP fics then go to the link specified on there. PLEASE R&R and tell me if you like it-and if not TELL me why, I can't be bothered with close-minded criticism if your not willing to explain WHY you don't like it in the first place. Thanks for reading, now on with the show!
Huggles *~Shin~*
**********************************************************************
Winter had come quite quickly, all the trees had become bland and lifeless once again, the animals had hibernated and the birds had flown south. The snow was heavily laden on the ground, and it's white and pure appeal didn't disguise how damned cold it was though! It may look like fluffy mashed potato but it froze you to the bone, potatoes never did that. Someone sat alone in a room, sniffling miserably, it was colder in her apartment she was sure, you'd think with the money she'd earned she could at least afford proper heating, or a few more fluffy blankets at least. Sarah Williams sat on her chair shivering slightly, she had made sure all the windows were closed and there were no drafts coming through underneath the doors because she had invested in 'snakes,' draft excluders were there technical names but she had always known them as such. She had used to think they were real snakes when she was little, he father had used to say- she stopped there. Her father, the 'lovely' man had turfed her out, of course it had been mostly Karen's doing, but still-her own father! He hadn't even looked at her when Karen was yelling at Sarah, he had remained staring resolutely at the floor as if he were taking real interest in the carpet. Sarah gritted her teeth in anger and began the counting process she was taught to calm herself down.1,2,3,4,5,6-it wasn't helping any.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Upon his mottled throne the King of Goblins sat in an almost bored manner, he stared resolutely out of the window and wished that he could have snow. Of course he COULD have it, all he had to do was think about it and then he could change the weather around that part of his domain-but it wasn't the same. Experiencing something and MAKING it was different, it was like if someone made you dinner-it tasted great, and if you made it yourself-it tasted crap. (AN: Or it is in MY case) He sighed abruptly, disturbing a few dozing Goblins with the noise, he didn't care though, and he had been watching someone for a while through one of his many conjured crystals and had decided he wanted to go aboveworld once again.
Jareth gazed around with those strange, yet beautiful eyes, surveying all he owned. It wasn't much inside, Goblin's littered his palace and he had to stop himself from kicking more than one each hour-he was trying to cut down. It was a bit like smoking, a habit, but unlike smoking he didn't get cancer-he got scuffed boots from where he booted one of the hard- skinned creatures. And Jareth didn't want to have scuffed boots-oh no, how could he strike peril into the hearts of those whom he came across if he looked like a ragamuffin? He prided himself on his kempt apparel, he was- after all-a king.
With a shake of his blonde/silver head Jareth began to transform, the process didn't hurt, after all- Fae-had kin-spirits, animals that they were attached to in a way that one may be attached to a limb. Jareth felt the familiar 'tug' and he finally turned into an owl. Beautiful, he loved this form, he spent many hours hovering over his Labyrinth in his new-form, One thing he could be proud of-with the exception of his polished boots. He loved the way the Labyrinth ensnared it's victims-Jareth was sadistically clever and it brought him joy to watch people suffer-especially one person in particular.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Sarah stood finally, after a few hours of scribbling, throwing away, burning and swearing she had compiled another 'plan' for a book. She hadn't yet got a title, usually when authors try to think of titles-it doesn't happen-it's as if there's a block in your head and there's something hidden behind it. Sarah was no exception, the drawings were easy, it's just the 'story' itself that was disturbing her, she had it pretty much mapped out and now all she had to do was search for inspiration to start her writing. You had to get into a rhythm to write, then once that took over you were fine-until-dreaded writers block took over. The scum of the writer world! It came and stole your idea's and forced you to forget what you were doing, ::like the peach:: Sarah's mind whispered rebelliously. She had tried to train her thoughts away from that area of her head! Sometimes she felt like whacking herself on the head, in hope her brain would fall out so she could take the pieces she didn't need-or want to remember-out.
::But it's not that simple, is it? You still remember them.you still remember HIM:: She seriously was thinking about getting a rolling pin now and inflicting some damage! She thought that maybe being admitted somewhere wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all she HAD been having the strangest dreams, ::About that guy again!:: Why did her brain have to have a mind of it's own? ::Hah!:: "Pun was NOT intended!" she cried, talking to herself.first sign of madness, or was it the second? Anyway it felt like she should be in stage 7 of madness now! She had to stop dreaming about disturbing things, granted her inspiration came from them, granted it made her a lot of money, granted she got to have sex with someone very nice in the dream and-::you admitted you like him!:: "I SO want to knock myself out!!!"
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If he could have grinned maliciously, he would have, but having a beak there is a liiittle amount of trouble that come with that urge. He had been sat on the branch for a while, in the snow. He liked snow, he also liked hurting people. It was the same for him-snow and people in danger, if he were on a couch talking to a psychiatrist he would have made an interesting case-before they carted him off to the loony-bin that is. He had felt an almost insane amount of pleasure at finding himself here and not just because of the snow. He had landed outside of a dingy little apartment, watching through a dingy little window, at a beautiful girl slouched over a few pieces of paper-asleep. It was easy for a bird to sleep upright but he wondered how she did it-the she that had solved his Labyrinth. He had been drawn here, even in owl form with the best navigating system known he had still been brought here. Outside Sarah William's window.
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Hiya guys! Sorry about the shortness of the chappie but I always do the first one short to see if it's worth me carrying on because people might not like my style of writing. I won the 'summer contest' for characterisation of some HP characters and 'witty writing' is one thing I cherish! If you can't laugh then why live?
PLEASE review because it helps ME as well. I need to know what you don't like e.t.c. Well Buh bye for now all!
Words: Kempt= Clean tidy and well looked after.
*~Shin/Kat~*