A/n I do not own labyrinth, David Bowie, etc., etc. And in case you don't
know some of the things, like Hobo Joe or Pufnstuf or an anteater, ferret,
anteater, etc. etc. go to 'cuz I have a page
just for you people! Plus there's fun stuff. So go there.
The corn walls of the Corn Maze A –Doom seemed to go on forever, but Sarah took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders and started walking. Sooner or Later, she thought, I'll have to get somewhere. The Corn Maze a-Doom was determined to prove her wrong. The walls moved closer together. A damp chill settled heavily over her, and small noises sounded loud in the echoing air. She walked and walked. Then she began to run. The sound of her breathing was harsh in her ears. The Corn Maze a-Doom stretched out before her, never-ending. Finally she stopped, out of breath. She reached out to steady herself, touching a stalk of corn/hay/whatever. "'Owdy," said a cheerful voice near her hand. "Why don't you try walkin' that-a way yonder?" A small worm wearing a cowboy hat peered at Sarah from a space between the corns. Sarah didn't see. As far as she could tell, there was a solid wall of corn in front of her. "Go on," said the worm. "Things are not what they seem in this place." And they weren't. Sarah had learned her first lesson. She would no longer allow the Corn Maze A-Doom to lead her in a straight line to nowheres. She had found her way through the wall. But two hours had already passed, and there was a long way to go.
The corn walls of the Corn Maze A –Doom seemed to go on forever, but Sarah took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders and started walking. Sooner or Later, she thought, I'll have to get somewhere. The Corn Maze a-Doom was determined to prove her wrong. The walls moved closer together. A damp chill settled heavily over her, and small noises sounded loud in the echoing air. She walked and walked. Then she began to run. The sound of her breathing was harsh in her ears. The Corn Maze a-Doom stretched out before her, never-ending. Finally she stopped, out of breath. She reached out to steady herself, touching a stalk of corn/hay/whatever. "'Owdy," said a cheerful voice near her hand. "Why don't you try walkin' that-a way yonder?" A small worm wearing a cowboy hat peered at Sarah from a space between the corns. Sarah didn't see. As far as she could tell, there was a solid wall of corn in front of her. "Go on," said the worm. "Things are not what they seem in this place." And they weren't. Sarah had learned her first lesson. She would no longer allow the Corn Maze A-Doom to lead her in a straight line to nowheres. She had found her way through the wall. But two hours had already passed, and there was a long way to go.