Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or it's characters.
Author's Note: I never read the book and have only seen the Disney cartoon version. Also I'm an American so they aren't going to sound English when the characters speak. Happy Reading!
-Na
Dedication: The reason I'm writing this is because last night I remembered a little boy I once knew. I never connected me and my friend to Peter Pan and Wendy, but now that I think of it there might be similarities.
This story is dedicate to a little boy I met when I was two or three, he then would have been four or five. I used to play in a garden by myself and eat the packed picnic lunch that my mom made. I always went to the same spot by an apple tree, and in the apple tree sat the boy. He would just sit and watch me, he was there before I came and after I left, eating apples from the tree. Whenever I met his eyes he'd nod his head in a bow to me. We never spoke till one day I held out my hand to him and said, 'Do you want to play pretend with me?' he jumped out of the tree and took my hand, we played pirates, knights, prince(ss). But we grew older and we both moved, he promised we would see each other again, I saw him never again. Until... one night when I was thirteen I turned off my bedroom light and laid in my bed. On the far wall was a shadow of a boy, I turned around expecting to see a basketball or something that would cast the shadow, nothing. I looked back and it nodded, bowed to me I turned once again. Surely my brother playing a trick on me, no one. Back to the boy I could feel his eyes watching me, I looked again and his movements seemed similar to that of a person I once knew. After a minute the memories of the garden slipped into my mind.
Be it just my imagination or not, this is my last desperate hope that he'll read this or an acquaintance will, or just so I know that it is out there before I give up all hope in seeing my best friend again. So this is dedicate to everyone who knows how I feel, and of course to the boy, Martin. Don't leave me in the dark with nothing but shadows.
Shadows
A young boy hovered by a closed, dark window, "Wendy, John, Michael, where are you?" The boy frowned it was obvious that know one was living there anymore. Sadly he turned and flew of into the sky followed by his English Faerie friend Tinkerbell. Little did Peter Pan know but he had accidentally left something behind.
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Wendy Darling sat by the open window in her new bedroom. Not to long ago her parents inherited a house just down the street from their old one. Obviously one had to be sold, since the inherited house had an extra bedroom, and one day Michael and John wont want to share a room. Plus Mrs. Darling's childhood memories laid in the new house they moved. Nagging thoughts that Peter would never find the new house and most importantly her, plagued Wendy.
So Wendy sat by the open window every night before bed sometimes crying, sometimes telling stories to the night air, sometimes wishing on stars, and others just sitting there. She knew one day the fun and games would bore Peter they've been done a million time, she knew one day he would want to grow up, but he would need someone there who knew the truth, who understood, he would need her. But It wasn't just that, he by far was her best friend that would never change, and what is life with out friends? She knew she needed him as well, she hoped he needed her.
"Oh stars, show him the way to this house to this window, it will never shut. Please show him the way here, like you would show me the way to Neverland," whispered Wendy as she got off the floor and slipped under her bed sheets.
On the opposite wall as the opened window shone in the light from moon and street lamp. Wendy turned and looked at this wall, her heart immediately jumped there stood in the light a shadow of a boy, with scruffy hair and his hands on his hips. Wendy sat strait up in her bed and turned to the window, "Peter!" her hopes fell as there was no one in her window.
Confused Wendy turned back to the shadow it was still there and unmoved, she turned to the empty window, and back again to the shadow, "Peter?" the shadow drew attention at the sound of its name and happily greeted Wendy.
Now the next thing that happened bewildered Wendy into believing she was crazy. Wendy's own shadow curtsied and Peter's bowed before the shadows danced around the room. Wendy shook her head it couldn't be real, she laid down her back to the dancing shadows. Her last though before she drifted into a troubled light sleep was 'Just wishful thinking, he'll never find me.'
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Neverland was peaceful, if that could happen. Peter few down and landed on a rock, sun to his back, at the Mermaid Lagoon. The Mermaid who were by another rock not to far away basking in the warm sunlight noticed Peter's presence and flirtatiously swam to him saying, "Peter!"
One of the Mermaids folded her arms on the rock at the base of Peter's feet and looked up at him. Peter looked at her she looked different but he couldn't quiet put his finger on it. Peter stared at the Mermaid her blue eyes were the same, sun kissed skin the same, her blond hair was also the same. Peter thought that maybe it was her shinny green scales, that were to shinny in his shadow. His shadow! Peter looked at his feet in panic his shadow was gone. "How could this happen Wendy sewed him on tight!"
"Oh not her again Peter, forget her, stay with us," said the Mermaid at his feet.
Peter shook his head, they were so selfish, it wasn't about Wendy but his shadow, something he shouldn't be without! "Sorry I must go, and search for my shadow," said Peter as he turned and flew off into the sky. In search of his shadow.
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Just as the night before when Wendy crawled into bed she was overjoyed and then saddened to see that it was just Peter's shadow and not Peter himself. She glared daggers at the shadow and its taunting ways, when it bowed once more to her own shadow and offered a hand to dance. "No! I don't want you dancing, I don't want you here, now go! It hurts to see you, go! I never want to see you again! I want to see Peter not his shadow! What did I say? Now go!" yelled Wendy at the hurt and lost shadow. Peter's shadow lowered its head and walked into a corner, so his silhouette no longer stood out. Wendy angrily laid down to go to sleep, she felt sad and lonely once more falling into a troubled light sleep.
Peter flew into the open window of an unknown bedroom. He was alone, Tinkerbell opting not to come this time in search of the shadow. Peter had no idea how he came to this window in search of his shadow, maybe it was the stars, Peter wasn't sure.
He glanced around in the dark and there before him stood his shadow. Peter walked to his shadow, which very unlike itself stood still. Peter put a hand on it's shoulder and sighed, "Where are we? Why are we here? Why did you leave? You know now we have to go find..." the shadow was staring sadly at the bed in the corner, Peter glanced over at the sleeping form, "Wendy!" Peter looked back at his shadow, "What do I do? Should I wake her or let her sleep?" Peter stepped away from his shadow and went to the foot of the bed by the window so he could see Wendy better illuminated by the moonlight.
Wendy woke up and turned to face the far wall there stood Peter's shadow. Her heart jumped but then she remembered the truth, she was just about to curse the shadow for not leaving as she requested, when she heard a noise from the direction of the ever open window. Wendy turned expecting an old Tabby climbed the tree and jumped to her sill. But what she saw was a smiling face, "Peter!"
Author's Note: I hope you liked it an I would greatly appreciate it if you told me what you thought. This was meant to be a one shot but I'm figuring like my other 'one shots' by pure cause of reviews or ideas it will continue. And note to the Dedication, when I was younger I hoped that the shadow was his and told myself he kept his promise. But that's impossible I've waited 14 years without a sign of him. I see now the similarities with such story that I didn't know when I was younger like Peter Pan, and Spirited Away. And in most of the fanfics the promise is kept and there is a happy end. Why can't my life be a fanfic? Like I said I'm posting this dedication as a last desperate hope that I'm going to let be. I told my own story because there must be thousands of Martins and if I said pale, black hair, green eyes it would only narrow it down to hundreds. Anyways please tell me whatcha think and all of the fic. My first Peter Pan fic! Yay! My first non anime fic! Yay! So tell me if I did good or bad, don't care! Merci!
-Na
Author's Note: I never read the book and have only seen the Disney cartoon version. Also I'm an American so they aren't going to sound English when the characters speak. Happy Reading!
-Na
Dedication: The reason I'm writing this is because last night I remembered a little boy I once knew. I never connected me and my friend to Peter Pan and Wendy, but now that I think of it there might be similarities.
This story is dedicate to a little boy I met when I was two or three, he then would have been four or five. I used to play in a garden by myself and eat the packed picnic lunch that my mom made. I always went to the same spot by an apple tree, and in the apple tree sat the boy. He would just sit and watch me, he was there before I came and after I left, eating apples from the tree. Whenever I met his eyes he'd nod his head in a bow to me. We never spoke till one day I held out my hand to him and said, 'Do you want to play pretend with me?' he jumped out of the tree and took my hand, we played pirates, knights, prince(ss). But we grew older and we both moved, he promised we would see each other again, I saw him never again. Until... one night when I was thirteen I turned off my bedroom light and laid in my bed. On the far wall was a shadow of a boy, I turned around expecting to see a basketball or something that would cast the shadow, nothing. I looked back and it nodded, bowed to me I turned once again. Surely my brother playing a trick on me, no one. Back to the boy I could feel his eyes watching me, I looked again and his movements seemed similar to that of a person I once knew. After a minute the memories of the garden slipped into my mind.
Be it just my imagination or not, this is my last desperate hope that he'll read this or an acquaintance will, or just so I know that it is out there before I give up all hope in seeing my best friend again. So this is dedicate to everyone who knows how I feel, and of course to the boy, Martin. Don't leave me in the dark with nothing but shadows.
Shadows
A young boy hovered by a closed, dark window, "Wendy, John, Michael, where are you?" The boy frowned it was obvious that know one was living there anymore. Sadly he turned and flew of into the sky followed by his English Faerie friend Tinkerbell. Little did Peter Pan know but he had accidentally left something behind.
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Wendy Darling sat by the open window in her new bedroom. Not to long ago her parents inherited a house just down the street from their old one. Obviously one had to be sold, since the inherited house had an extra bedroom, and one day Michael and John wont want to share a room. Plus Mrs. Darling's childhood memories laid in the new house they moved. Nagging thoughts that Peter would never find the new house and most importantly her, plagued Wendy.
So Wendy sat by the open window every night before bed sometimes crying, sometimes telling stories to the night air, sometimes wishing on stars, and others just sitting there. She knew one day the fun and games would bore Peter they've been done a million time, she knew one day he would want to grow up, but he would need someone there who knew the truth, who understood, he would need her. But It wasn't just that, he by far was her best friend that would never change, and what is life with out friends? She knew she needed him as well, she hoped he needed her.
"Oh stars, show him the way to this house to this window, it will never shut. Please show him the way here, like you would show me the way to Neverland," whispered Wendy as she got off the floor and slipped under her bed sheets.
On the opposite wall as the opened window shone in the light from moon and street lamp. Wendy turned and looked at this wall, her heart immediately jumped there stood in the light a shadow of a boy, with scruffy hair and his hands on his hips. Wendy sat strait up in her bed and turned to the window, "Peter!" her hopes fell as there was no one in her window.
Confused Wendy turned back to the shadow it was still there and unmoved, she turned to the empty window, and back again to the shadow, "Peter?" the shadow drew attention at the sound of its name and happily greeted Wendy.
Now the next thing that happened bewildered Wendy into believing she was crazy. Wendy's own shadow curtsied and Peter's bowed before the shadows danced around the room. Wendy shook her head it couldn't be real, she laid down her back to the dancing shadows. Her last though before she drifted into a troubled light sleep was 'Just wishful thinking, he'll never find me.'
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Neverland was peaceful, if that could happen. Peter few down and landed on a rock, sun to his back, at the Mermaid Lagoon. The Mermaid who were by another rock not to far away basking in the warm sunlight noticed Peter's presence and flirtatiously swam to him saying, "Peter!"
One of the Mermaids folded her arms on the rock at the base of Peter's feet and looked up at him. Peter looked at her she looked different but he couldn't quiet put his finger on it. Peter stared at the Mermaid her blue eyes were the same, sun kissed skin the same, her blond hair was also the same. Peter thought that maybe it was her shinny green scales, that were to shinny in his shadow. His shadow! Peter looked at his feet in panic his shadow was gone. "How could this happen Wendy sewed him on tight!"
"Oh not her again Peter, forget her, stay with us," said the Mermaid at his feet.
Peter shook his head, they were so selfish, it wasn't about Wendy but his shadow, something he shouldn't be without! "Sorry I must go, and search for my shadow," said Peter as he turned and flew off into the sky. In search of his shadow.
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Just as the night before when Wendy crawled into bed she was overjoyed and then saddened to see that it was just Peter's shadow and not Peter himself. She glared daggers at the shadow and its taunting ways, when it bowed once more to her own shadow and offered a hand to dance. "No! I don't want you dancing, I don't want you here, now go! It hurts to see you, go! I never want to see you again! I want to see Peter not his shadow! What did I say? Now go!" yelled Wendy at the hurt and lost shadow. Peter's shadow lowered its head and walked into a corner, so his silhouette no longer stood out. Wendy angrily laid down to go to sleep, she felt sad and lonely once more falling into a troubled light sleep.
Peter flew into the open window of an unknown bedroom. He was alone, Tinkerbell opting not to come this time in search of the shadow. Peter had no idea how he came to this window in search of his shadow, maybe it was the stars, Peter wasn't sure.
He glanced around in the dark and there before him stood his shadow. Peter walked to his shadow, which very unlike itself stood still. Peter put a hand on it's shoulder and sighed, "Where are we? Why are we here? Why did you leave? You know now we have to go find..." the shadow was staring sadly at the bed in the corner, Peter glanced over at the sleeping form, "Wendy!" Peter looked back at his shadow, "What do I do? Should I wake her or let her sleep?" Peter stepped away from his shadow and went to the foot of the bed by the window so he could see Wendy better illuminated by the moonlight.
Wendy woke up and turned to face the far wall there stood Peter's shadow. Her heart jumped but then she remembered the truth, she was just about to curse the shadow for not leaving as she requested, when she heard a noise from the direction of the ever open window. Wendy turned expecting an old Tabby climbed the tree and jumped to her sill. But what she saw was a smiling face, "Peter!"
Author's Note: I hope you liked it an I would greatly appreciate it if you told me what you thought. This was meant to be a one shot but I'm figuring like my other 'one shots' by pure cause of reviews or ideas it will continue. And note to the Dedication, when I was younger I hoped that the shadow was his and told myself he kept his promise. But that's impossible I've waited 14 years without a sign of him. I see now the similarities with such story that I didn't know when I was younger like Peter Pan, and Spirited Away. And in most of the fanfics the promise is kept and there is a happy end. Why can't my life be a fanfic? Like I said I'm posting this dedication as a last desperate hope that I'm going to let be. I told my own story because there must be thousands of Martins and if I said pale, black hair, green eyes it would only narrow it down to hundreds. Anyways please tell me whatcha think and all of the fic. My first Peter Pan fic! Yay! My first non anime fic! Yay! So tell me if I did good or bad, don't care! Merci!
-Na