Chapter Twenty Eight - Soaps and Seminars
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A/N - I finally got my GCSE results last Thursday! Woo! Five As, four A's and two C's. I also enrolled at college yesterday. Nerve-racking eh? This is another filler chapter cause I'm really really stuck at the moment.
P.S. If you like kitchen sink sci-fi then feel free to read my new Village of the Damned fic.
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Lily got home after a long hour of courses, questionnaires and financial stuff. Nobody was in and the only clue to her parents whereabouts was a scribbled note on the fridge about her aunty Rose and some weird episode or another. She sighed, alone again.
The only thing that seemed out of place was a packet of fruit pastilles on the dinning room table.
"Aww! Thanks dad." Lily said to herself before tearing of the paper and foil and picked an orange sugar coated sweet from the colourful selection. She failed to notice that it was slightly pinker than usual before she put it in her mouth.
"That's weird! It doesn't taste like orange." she mused. "I know the lemon flavour got replaced by pineapple but this one taste a bit like....peaches!!!" by then she was feeling quite sleepy and nauseous "Ooops! Down I go!" she mumbled and then collapsed to the floor.
She woke up some time later on a pile of straw in the castle throne room, surrounded by Goblins! "Oh bollocks!" she shouted and quickly stood up only to be face with a highly amused Goblin King.
"Temper temper." he baited.
"Whacha do that for!?!"
"We have many things to discuss about your latest story, miss Mitchell." said Jareth.
"Well, you could've called me like normal people!" cried Lily and brushed some crystalline bits of sugar off her jacket "Jesus Christ! I'm never going to able to eat fruity sweets again because of you!"
"Good! Then perhaps we can start on your caffeine addiction. But more to the point,
why the hell have you turned me into Bernard Black in the story?" said Jareth angrily.
"I dunno. I just thought being a mad, grumpy, drunken Irishman would be an improvement to your personality." said Lily making a quick comeback.
"...OK I deserved that." said Jareth "But there's still loads of stuff that needs work."
"Fine!" Lily grumbled "My parents are out tonight so I suggest that we order a Chinese and watch Eastenders before you start criticising my work."
And so the teenage school leaver and the King of the Goblins did just that and argued long into the night after Lily had explained why Dirty Den had somehow risen from the grave and why Vicki's accent was the most unpredictable in the world.
The morning after, Lily awoke on her sofa with a pile of notes and suggestions which she went over again and promptly threw away.
"Cannibals! Ha! What was that nut thinking?" she thought as all the Goblin Kings ideas went through the shredder.
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A/N - I finally got my GCSE results last Thursday! Woo! Five As, four A's and two C's. I also enrolled at college yesterday. Nerve-racking eh? This is another filler chapter cause I'm really really stuck at the moment.
P.S. If you like kitchen sink sci-fi then feel free to read my new Village of the Damned fic.
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Lily got home after a long hour of courses, questionnaires and financial stuff. Nobody was in and the only clue to her parents whereabouts was a scribbled note on the fridge about her aunty Rose and some weird episode or another. She sighed, alone again.
The only thing that seemed out of place was a packet of fruit pastilles on the dinning room table.
"Aww! Thanks dad." Lily said to herself before tearing of the paper and foil and picked an orange sugar coated sweet from the colourful selection. She failed to notice that it was slightly pinker than usual before she put it in her mouth.
"That's weird! It doesn't taste like orange." she mused. "I know the lemon flavour got replaced by pineapple but this one taste a bit like....peaches!!!" by then she was feeling quite sleepy and nauseous "Ooops! Down I go!" she mumbled and then collapsed to the floor.
She woke up some time later on a pile of straw in the castle throne room, surrounded by Goblins! "Oh bollocks!" she shouted and quickly stood up only to be face with a highly amused Goblin King.
"Temper temper." he baited.
"Whacha do that for!?!"
"We have many things to discuss about your latest story, miss Mitchell." said Jareth.
"Well, you could've called me like normal people!" cried Lily and brushed some crystalline bits of sugar off her jacket "Jesus Christ! I'm never going to able to eat fruity sweets again because of you!"
"Good! Then perhaps we can start on your caffeine addiction. But more to the point,
why the hell have you turned me into Bernard Black in the story?" said Jareth angrily.
"I dunno. I just thought being a mad, grumpy, drunken Irishman would be an improvement to your personality." said Lily making a quick comeback.
"...OK I deserved that." said Jareth "But there's still loads of stuff that needs work."
"Fine!" Lily grumbled "My parents are out tonight so I suggest that we order a Chinese and watch Eastenders before you start criticising my work."
And so the teenage school leaver and the King of the Goblins did just that and argued long into the night after Lily had explained why Dirty Den had somehow risen from the grave and why Vicki's accent was the most unpredictable in the world.
The morning after, Lily awoke on her sofa with a pile of notes and suggestions which she went over again and promptly threw away.
"Cannibals! Ha! What was that nut thinking?" she thought as all the Goblin Kings ideas went through the shredder.
