Cassie-andra

On a shining morning in the Labyrinth, a morning that seemed very much like any other, a small goblin named Tweeker awoke in the Castle beyond the Goblin City. Just as with every morning, Tweeker ran as fast as he could to the top of the castle wall, to see the glowing morning sun rise over the Labyrinth. This morning however, was not just like any other in the morning, and as Tweeker raced through the castle corridors he smacked straight into a rather large-ish object placed directly in his path. Rubbing his aching head, Tweeker looked up to see a large square-ish type thing, with the strangest markings on its side. Not quite sure what to do

Sunlight spilled across the polished wood floor of Sarah's apartment, brightening the room with a soft golden glow. Stretching slowly, Sarah yawned and pulled back the plush comforter of her bed. Her fuzzy slippers padded across the room and into the kitchen, falling into her morning ritual of coffee and toast. The cozy studio was small, but adequate, just enough for what she needed. She had moved out to LA when she was nineteen, and with the help of her family and some friends she settled in to a fairly decent area on the outskirts of the city. She had found a room with decent rent, close by to all that she needed. Furnished according to her

You have no power over me The words echoed in Jareth's head, as his body plummeted through the ruins of his own castle. He hit the floor of Escher's room hard. Yes, the room did have a floor, despite the perception. Not that Jareth generally visited such a thing. To weak to move, he groaned as the pain shooting through him faded to an uncomfortable numbness. His eyelids fluttered, then closed, and his world went black. He drifted in a dreamless coma, with only the last sound of her rejection his company. Time in the Underground slid to a halt. Goblins froze in their work, firies stood poised like statues in their dance. A hush swept over the

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't sue me. In Search of Dreams Sometimes the way forward, is the way back In the darkened room of her small LA apartment, Sarah Williams slept uneasily. A chill breeze swept in through the window, brushing over her brow like a cool, caring hand. The sheer curtains fluttered in the wind, and the sounds of the city streets far below were faint and distant. Sarah tossed fitfully, tangling herself in sweat-soaked sheets. Don't defy me Sarah whimpered softly in her sleep as the words echoed through her head, in a cool commanding voice, laced with power and a hint of cruelty. She ran into the dream, and kept runni