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- this isn't my usual kind of writing - maybe aimed at a younger audience - thought I'd give it a go nonetheless - I knew a boy of just fourteen, well, he turned forty two.
My name is Peter. Take my hand. Let's fly away. To never-land. Straight on till morning. Right past the star. Don't be afraid. Of straying afar. Soon we'll be the clouds. A pink streaked sky.
Silver starlight paints the room bright, as she shut her eyes. The baby blue curtains stir and there he was, asking if she wanted to runaway to Neverland.
Dream. Dream with your heart, Think. Think happy thoughts, Follow. Follow the North Star.
Today I'm very excited, I ordered a new book, Can't wait for it to arrive so I can have a look. But you see this book is special, There's a fairy, croc and pirate vessel.
// all children grow up...except one. // Falling, falling, falling. It seemed endless. The deathly waters below drew nearer and nearer.
// all children grow up, except one. // The chaotic world around me went blurry as tears swelled in my eyes. The wind howled. Pirates screamed. Waves crashed.
// all children grow up, except one. // The creaking vessel swayed horribly in the mountainous waves that were now forming.