The Riddle of the Labyrinth 56 - Epilogue"Sarah?" a soft knock on the door. "Sarah?"
"I said, Go Away!" she kept on staring into the wall. Curled up on the bed in an almost foetal position, Sarah wished she was dead. She had thought she had all and everything she ever wanted within reach. Love, friendship, a new home – all at her fingertips. She had been so fooled, so incredibly duped. But she had only herself to blame. How could she ever imagine that Jareth, king of Infraheim held any serious feelings for her. He was so much older, so egregiously sophisticated and powerful. He had travelled and seen the world – no, make that 'the worlds' - and met all kinds of people including of course hordes of amazing and alluring women. Experienced and sexy women, able to bestow him things she could never offer. She, who was just a dumb teenager who might as well spend her days in a stupid human school – even if she fortunately hadn't been forced back there again by her mother.
Julianne had told Sarah's teachers and fri
The Riddle of the Labyrinth 55 - Grain in the cup"I'm here," a familiar voice resounded and Julianne turned, putting down her read. Before her, entering through the glass doors to the sitting room, was an astonishing adolescent woman with same features and form of her daughter but with a distinctly regal and sophisticated bearing. Without a word, Julianne stood and immediately embraced her, faintly surprised that the hug was returned – and with a strength she had not known her daughter to possess. When they pulled away, Saphira looked at her mother.
"I searched for you everywhere, dearest girl," Julianne all but whispered.
"You must tell me later, mum. I also have one amazing story to give you."
"Come," Julianne nodded her head in a vague leftwards direction. "I take it you need to eat, so let's go sit down in the refectory."
As Saphira was directed to a very pleasant room facing the courtyard garden, Julianne took in her appearance, pride mixed with astonishment. The way her daughter walked was now graceful as though carrying
Sight UnseenIt hardly came as a surprise that Sarah didn't give me so much as a second glance that morning. We stood at opposing ends of a busy intersection, ready to cross with a large group comprising people bundled up stoutly against the chill of New York November. As such, my appearance did not solicit particular attention. But this was not the reason she didn't look my way. Had I danced before her unclad and aflame, I still would have failed to catch her eye. I was simply invisible.
When the light changed, we headed toward one another, and I held out my hand experimentally. I felt her warmth as she walked right through my fingers, then passed right through me. Somehow the world kept spinning, Sarah kept walking, and I went about my appointed tasks for the day with little more than a resigned sigh.
These meetings, though few and far in-between, were the only time I really saw Sarah in her world. Such occasions always had the same conclusion since her fateful Thirteenth-Hour Declaration over a
The Riddle of the Labyrinth 54 - LailizzaWith open arms and flitting hair, the youth embraced the great, wide sea, giving herself to the deeps however not in sorrow. The green waters filled and crushed her lungs; the soul pausing scintillating at the seal of her rosebud lips. Down the waves carried her, down to the numb and intangible, beautiful, glorious dominion of death, and death mapped the glacial island of her body, broke the venal grip of all those bonds strangling the soul. The back of her eyeballs exploded into a ring of brilliant green light and with one last gasp she knew that she would die – yet something held her back. Something made her refrain from taking that final breath as she stared down that tunnel of bright light, too bright for a living being to see it without burning their eyes blind.
Yet she didn't yield, she turned back and began her descent – or was it an ascent – into another light. But a dying ember to that blaze she had just faced, still it felt friendlier, more welcoming and kin
FeatherheadsIt was not until Sarah's day
With her remaining time of 9:23
That time was already up for
assorted dimwitted doom-ed poultry
The Goblin King's attention focused,
on someone stripe-d within his care.
But neither of them would've noticed -
when a chicken was no longer there!
Most unsure of how they got there
Or how they still had remaining legs.
Perhaps if they had discovered
How to settle down and lay eggs
Maybe it would not have mattered
had they been yellow, lilac or green.
Had the eggs satisfied the goblins
perhaps their demise could've been...
So Sarah has a few more hours,
which to test her luck.
But pause and respect those
that's Labyrinth's fallen cluck
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