EmmaLuisaRose

If you have ever walked alone down a dark road at night, you will be familiar with the feeling that somewhere — just beyond the lurking shadows — someone is watching you. You will, perhaps, have looked hastily over your shoulder when a slight wind rustles the leaves; you will have heard the tapping echo of your footsteps speed up just a little as you try to convince yourself that no one is there. Sarah knows that feeling very well; unlike most of us, however, she also knows it to be true. Shadows follow her everywhere she goes. In an empty hallway, down a narrow street, in a darkened room. They rise to meet her, they dog her step

 “Ugh.” Sarah dropped her heavy bag onto the kitchen table with a grunt, and then flopped onto a chair. Sighing, she kicked off her smart black shoes and tipped her head back, feeling the tension in the muscles along her back and shoulders decrease slightly. It had been a long day. Teaching was Sarah’s calling and she adored it, but that didn’t stop her from being exhausted by it. Today, two students had ‘forgotten’ to do their homework, one girl had burst into tears for no apparent reason, she’d had to tell off a whole class for being disrespectful, the projector had failed to work, and one of the

There followed a short period of tranquillity while Jareth, apoplectic with rage, attempted to regain the power of speech. How dare she? How dare she appear out of the blue, after all this time, without so much as a “sorry I nearly destroyed your kingdom”, and wreak disaster in his throne room? More to the point, how dare she sit in his throne as though she belonged there? She most certainly did not, regardless of how elegant her relaxed pose was and how flattering it was to that pair of long, curvaceous legs. Dim visions of a second throne, perhaps with a little more feminine decoration, alongside the first, were swiftly thrust a

Even Goblin Kings have bad days; and Jareth, prone as he was to mercurial changes of temper, had days that were worse that most. What it was that he did whilst closeted in his study for hours on end the goblins were not quite sure, but they all knew that when he appeared with a face like thunder and a rather larger amount of shoulder spikes on his armour than usual it was time to run. Today had been particularly bad, and when he slammed the heavy door behind him the two goblins in the corridor squeaked in horror and disappeared in a shower of dirty chicken feathers. Jareth watched them go with narrowed eyes. He was torn between a dark satisf