( The kitchen, part 2. )

I'm going to assume that since I've not seen Jareth since I've been let out of the tower, there are no restrictions over my stay visit passing through of this place. So far no one's tried to eat me or lock me up, so that's good.

Things I've learned from being stranded in Jareth's castle:

• Goblins don't notice anything that doesn't make interesting ( Read more... )

( Sarah's first hammy nonadventure of being a captive in Jareth's castle. )

At the behest of breacan I have decided to sit here quietly on this rickety little bed (after making sure that yes, the door is still locked) and contemplate life. While trying not to think about what I'd rather be doing insteadI think life is all about eating chocolate-coating coffee beans while reading a good book ( Read more... )

So far nobody's come by to explain to what's going on and there is something going on, because I'm very much still stuck here in this horrible little room at the top of this horrible little tower of this horrible little castleHow long have I been here? Minutes? Hours? Years? I can't tell. I'm not hungry yet, so it musn't be long. Then again, time ( Read more... )

Hard stone beneath her cheek ( Read more... )

He dares call me arrogant?

The mind boggles.

I have no words.

Wait, that's wrong. I have words. Plenty of them, in fact. But it wouldn't be nice to actually say them.

I want.

Mom and dad's would-have-been anniversary came and wait this week with barely a groan in the gears of our little lives. If I didn't know any better, I'd say dad forgot about it, but he's an accountant so I don't know whether he actually can forget stuff like that. I wanted to give him a hug, but I don't know whether that would have been appropriate ( Read more... )

I used to think that what I'd been through was unusual... A real girl who went to a place beyond imagination and came back, just like in storybooks, but that doesn't happen. Not for real. And now that I'm here, I see that there are countless othersPreviously normal people with everyday lives, suddenly not so normal. There are so many of us that it' ( Read more... )

It's a conspiracy.

I think I've lost count of the number of times I've apologized for that one slip of the tongue. Toby's certainly forgiven me and I suppose that that's the only real accomplishment that's worth anything in the scheme of things, but it just won't let me go will it ( Read more... )