Reposted from here. ‘Of course it’s not technically a labyrinth…’ She missed the rest trying to lose him by pressing deep into the laurel. He rounded the corner. ‘…makes it a maze.’ He was behind her again. Sound travels faster than the smell of damp cupboard but only marginally. Headphones. Blank stares. The fact she
Reposted from here. “What is it this time?” Doris asked, without looking up. She didn’t much care what the answer was. She kept her eyes firmly on her desk, and waited. “Labyrinthitis,” Bill said. “Inflammation of the inner ear. He claims he can’t stand up without feeling dizzy.” Doris sighed, and got up. “All right,”
Reposted from here. My feet take me down an untrod path that twists and turns which way and that I cannot find my way. No time! No time! Is it left or right? I cannot remember there is nothing other than this maze I’m in. Goblin King, Goblin King take pity on an old sinner.
Reposted from here. Turn left It’s always left Left-hand guiding walls Stone-led steps in susurrus Sinister. Always sinister. Very sinister. I’m not Theseus, no Cedric, no Sarah. I’m in a maze of twisty passages All alike I’ve got no string No Ariadne to guide me. And what will I find When I get to the
“You remind me of the babe” He said. His partner looked askance at him. Annoyed. “What? Thomas -” “The babe with the power!” He insisted. “Stop it.” Came the curt reply. “The power of voodoo!” said Thomas with an almost desperate need. “I’m leaving.” “You do!” Thomas said, through teary eyes. “Goodbye.” The door slammed.