FeatherheadsIt was not until Sarah's dayFeatherheads by ScarletQuill
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
It's Far From Over Chapter 19It's Far From Over Chapter 19 by OtoriReka
Jareth sat on his Throne, his legs casually dangling over one side, a crystal dancing across is fingertips. The room was abuzz with chatter and laughter; the Goblins were being more unruly than usual. It was Jareth’s punishment of Sarah’s three friends that had caused the Goblins boisterous behaviour. They were never happier than when somebody else was being punished.
Jareth chuckled darkly as an image of the threesome flicked in the crystal. They were trying hard to block out the screams and shrieks of the nightmares that swooped around them. He continued to watch as Hoggle picked up a dead branch and tied swiping at the dark wraiths that were swarming around only for his makeshift weapon to go uselessly through it.
He tossed the crystal orb high into the high air with another chuckle and turned to watch the Goblins, who had quickly turned his Throne room into a war zone. Usually Jareth would have been annoyed at the outrageous mess his subj
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