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spongetastic) wrote2010-04-12 12:14 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-04-12 12:14 pm
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Justprompt: Dreams of flying
Tell me a story.
There once was a boy who would never grow up. His name was Peter. He lived in a faraway place called Neverland, but every night he would come to a child’s room. If the child’s window was open, Peter would take the child away with him to Neverland. There they would play with the Lost Boys, learn to fly with the help of pixie dust, and battle pirates.
Peter knew the story so well he could recite it by heart. When he first heard about it he started leaving all the windows open in the house. It aggravated his father to no end. And everyone quickly grew tired of the Disney songs.
He never completely grew out of Peter Pan, even as he grew up. In high school he was required to take an astronomy class; Peter would spend hours staring up at the sky trying to figure out which one was the second star to the right. In college he flirted with a girl by offering her a thimble.
Then the dreams came: dreams of flying over the city, feeling the wind… They were so real Peter was sure it meant something. Since he was a child he wanted to fly like Peter Pan. Now he believed he really could.
With a little faith, trust, and pixie dust.
There once was a boy who would never grow up. His name was Peter. He lived in a faraway place called Neverland, but every night he would come to a child’s room. If the child’s window was open, Peter would take the child away with him to Neverland. There they would play with the Lost Boys, learn to fly with the help of pixie dust, and battle pirates.
Peter knew the story so well he could recite it by heart. When he first heard about it he started leaving all the windows open in the house. It aggravated his father to no end. And everyone quickly grew tired of the Disney songs.
He never completely grew out of Peter Pan, even as he grew up. In high school he was required to take an astronomy class; Peter would spend hours staring up at the sky trying to figure out which one was the second star to the right. In college he flirted with a girl by offering her a thimble.
Then the dreams came: dreams of flying over the city, feeling the wind… They were so real Peter was sure it meant something. Since he was a child he wanted to fly like Peter Pan. Now he believed he really could.
With a little faith, trust, and pixie dust.