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"Every two weeks. I could set my calendar by it. Bog it! Greenwich could set itself by it!" And of course, there it was, exactly as expected, on her dresser, in front of the mirror. Except that "her" dresser and "her" mirror were no longer the same ones accustomed to hosting this small, should-have-been innocuous clear sphere of is-it-crystal-or-glass.
Apparently moving out of her dad's house, going to university, and living in the dorm (1,500 miles away, thank you!) wasn't going to make delivery of this item late or non-existent.
She had pondered whether the change in time zone would make delivery seem late. What if the Underground went on Absolute Time instead of following Daylight Saving, or was it Daylight Savings? She didn't actually get to find out, as she was attending a mandatory new student orientation that somehow seemed to last from half an hour before the possible arrival until 45 minutes after.
"But that's new," she mused, considering the feather. She had grown accustomed to handling the bubbles. Deft, even, although she could never bring herself to attempt the contact juggling that she still found fascinating. Whenever she held any of those smooth spheres, she could hear him whispering her name.
"Sarah…"
As though it were the force within his breath.
Once. ONE TIME (well okay, twice), she held it to her forehead and closed her eyes. Golly, did she EVER have good dreams THOSE nights! Funny, though, they adapted themselves to her age. The first time was six weeks after. It was a sweet, non-traumatic revisit of their ballroom encounter. The difference was that the other dancers weren't leering at her, or she didn't notice because he found her sooner. Plus, she didn't break any walls with a chair.
The second dream was right after she started dating, but before she was going to let that boy kiss her. And THAT dream spoiled her first kiss. It wasn't the boy's fault that the Goblin King in her dreams knew what to do, while he had little experience! She wished that she hadn't laughed at him. (well, not "wished"...)
Anyway, those not-quite-Christmas baubles had been arriving since two weeks after her rescue of Toby. No, after her Heroic Rescue of Toby. She had to remind herself to consider it in that light, or she'd go all wistful and weak. Again.
Funny, Karen had never commented on them, or even seemed to notice them, except to compliment Sarah on her personal Christmas decorations. They DID look quite magical on shelves and mantles, when put with lights and garlands.
But now, far away from home, and the box containing several dozens of its brethren, here was one more.
She stood before the dresser, unwilling to look at it directly. Certainly unable to touch it. Afraid of –
CRASH!
Was that an owl at her window?
Apparently moving out of her dad's house, going to university, and living in the dorm (1,500 miles away, thank you!) wasn't going to make delivery of this item late or non-existent.
She had pondered whether the change in time zone would make delivery seem late. What if the Underground went on Absolute Time instead of following Daylight Saving, or was it Daylight Savings? She didn't actually get to find out, as she was attending a mandatory new student orientation that somehow seemed to last from half an hour before the possible arrival until 45 minutes after.
"But that's new," she mused, considering the feather. She had grown accustomed to handling the bubbles. Deft, even, although she could never bring herself to attempt the contact juggling that she still found fascinating. Whenever she held any of those smooth spheres, she could hear him whispering her name.
"Sarah…"
As though it were the force within his breath.
Once. ONE TIME (well okay, twice), she held it to her forehead and closed her eyes. Golly, did she EVER have good dreams THOSE nights! Funny, though, they adapted themselves to her age. The first time was six weeks after. It was a sweet, non-traumatic revisit of their ballroom encounter. The difference was that the other dancers weren't leering at her, or she didn't notice because he found her sooner. Plus, she didn't break any walls with a chair.
The second dream was right after she started dating, but before she was going to let that boy kiss her. And THAT dream spoiled her first kiss. It wasn't the boy's fault that the Goblin King in her dreams knew what to do, while he had little experience! She wished that she hadn't laughed at him. (well, not "wished"...)
Anyway, those not-quite-Christmas baubles had been arriving since two weeks after her rescue of Toby. No, after her Heroic Rescue of Toby. She had to remind herself to consider it in that light, or she'd go all wistful and weak. Again.
Funny, Karen had never commented on them, or even seemed to notice them, except to compliment Sarah on her personal Christmas decorations. They DID look quite magical on shelves and mantles, when put with lights and garlands.
But now, far away from home, and the box containing several dozens of its brethren, here was one more.
She stood before the dresser, unwilling to look at it directly. Certainly unable to touch it. Afraid of –
CRASH!
Was that an owl at her window?
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“I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me!”
No amount of snow was going to prevent Sarah Williams from going home. Sarah was driving as fast as her little car would go, singing along to the radio to keep herself awake.
Through police cars untold and red lights unnumbered, Sarah had driven her way home, beyond the snowy city, to take back the free time that college had stolen from her. Free time that would be used well, to spend time with family and get some much needed sleep.
“Oh, sleep, how I have missed you!”
The bed was calling her name, and she intended to heed its sweet call. If only her
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Triangle - 100 Themes Challenge #90
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One-shot. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah.
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Sarah walked in the front door to the sound of Toby giggling in the kitchen. Dumping her bag on the sofa, she headed toward the sound, the giggling growing louder as she approached. "Hey, Tobes. How was
" Sarah stopped abruptly in the doorway spotting the Goblin King sitting at the table with her little brother. Her fledgling smile faded and her eyes narrowed. "Oh, it's you." She turned around to walk back out the way she had come.
"Hey, Sarah, wait!" Toby called out, leaning forward on the table to peek down the hall after her. "Look what I made
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Of Cupid and Psyche-Chapter 5
AN: I came upon this idea while looking at artwork themed (obviously) by Roman and Greek mythology. While it is a variation of the tale of Cupid and Psyche, it will be tailored to fit into the Labyrinth universe, so certain aspects will change. I hope you enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: Labyrinth is the intellectual property of the Jim Henson Company.
Of Cupid and Psyche
By: DemonSaya
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Chapter Five
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Sarah knew it was morning, because she could hear the sound of birds near her window, singing a cheerful little tune which made her groan and burrow farther into whatever delicious-smelling pillow was lay
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This is so cute. I giggled, I "aaaawww'd". Perfect. (I especially loved the part where she wished she hadn't laughed at the boy who kissed her. Snickers galore!)
So, I'm on a Kyndsie Fic a Day challenge (or a page of Kyndsie Fic a Day when I get to your chaptered stories). Here is my first one!
So, I'm on a Kyndsie Fic a Day challenge (or a page of Kyndsie Fic a Day when I get to your chaptered stories). Here is my first one!