The Goblin King cared little for the rules given during the opening ceremony, and had already decided to break two of them. The first was that he refused to take any part in the Housing Assignments. The second being that he had altered the school building, by adding an attic room. Or rather...
Jareth felt something hard hit his face, followed by something soft. He quickly assessed the situation, and helped the girl find her footing while discretely looking to see which goblin had tripped her. It didn't help that they were all laughing except for Foblin, who was of course, completely...
"What's your name, boy?" The masked man asked.
"Jonah," The teenager responded.
"Jonah, upon your possessions is an R pin. Or should I say High Rip Gang paraphernalia. Are you aware of the murder that took place this morning?"
Jonah couldn't help but to look confused. Though Jonah could...
Some might call hope the wishing of the heart, and while hoping was not a direct wish, Jareth could still feel signs of it tugging at him. A wish directed toward him; at him. A hope for him to notice something. Someone. Should I ignore it? Jareth thought on it. Hope was not a direct wish and he...
There was a commotion in the entrance courtyard of Lobelia Academy as a young blonde male wearing black pants and a baggy white button-up shirt was performing what appeared to be a puppet show of sorts.
"Foblin, tell me what happened...yesterday." Jareth flashed a cruel smile at a...
Name: Jareth. Self-proclaimed "Goblin King".
Age: Appears to be 17. Claims to be much older.
Appearance: Shoulder-length golden blonde hair, heterochromia of the eyes, fair complexion.
Personality: Jareth has the immaturity of a young boy, the intelligence of an old man, and the pride of a...
The Man in the Mask set down his pen, after having completed his sketch. It was an exact replica of the scene of the crime, drawn only from memory, while using a tool that would not be released to the public for at least another two months. A type of pen that would one day be known as a...
Not even ten years ago, London was thought to be the safest capital in the world when it came to Life and Prosperity, and the crime rate had been falling according to recent statistics. This will certainly changes things, The man in the mask thought as he walked the streets of London, collecting...
Act One:
Setting: Whitechapel Road, East London. August 31st, 1888.
The newspaper made a splash as it landed in a puddle that was equal parts blood and rainwater. It read "The Star, 4th Edition Press: A Revolting Murder. Another woman found horribly mutilated in Whitechapel. Ghastly...
Hey there! I'm also coming back from roleplay retirement. What is writing short stories like? Is it as fulfilling? I've considered writing short stories of my own in the past, but for some reason, never decided to attempt it.
You seem really familiar... Anyway, we're in the same boat, so it's a pleasure to meet you, and hopefully we're both able to find what we're looking for here!