Hey there! This has to be quick cause I’m doing it on my phone right now and I don’t have wifi (yikes!), but I have to get this up tonight, so here we go!
Misty, I included a variation of the word “smile”, saying “smiling” instead 😉 I also included a swan in my story
I Can Fly:
I opened my eyes, surprised to discover that I was no longer in my bed. So where was I exactly?
I stood on a dirt pathway that twisted and turned a corner, leading deeper into the forest I found myself in. Trees stood all around me and the green was unlike any green I had seen on trees before. It seemed so- magical. I looked to my right and noticed a wooden board attached to a tree. In bold, white letters it read:
HERE BE FAERIES
“That’s not how you spell fairies.” I snorted.
“Actually, you are quite wrong.” A young girl’s voice came from above, but I couldn’t see anyone.
“Who’s there?” I called, shading my eyes from the sun as I looked up at the trees.
“Who do you think?” The girl giggled.
“I don’t know! I don’t even know where I am or how I got here!” I shouted, feeling exasperated. Saying that made me realize that this was real. I was somewhere I’d never been before and I didn’t even know how I got here.
“Look, I don’t know where I am. Could you please come out and answer some of my questions?” I politely requested.
Suddenly I saw a floating blue light coming down from the tree tops. It grew larger as it approached me and I admit, I was slightly afraid. Before I knew it, a girl with luminous blue eyes was standing before me, her smile sweet and gentle. Several glowing blue butterflies fluttered by her- one she held tenderly in the palm of her hand.
“You flew here- to Pixie Hollow.” The girl informed.
“Pixie Hollow? Where’s that? Is it in England?” I inquired.
“Oh dear, no!” She chuckled, “You’re in Neverland!” She exclaimed as she twirled around in delight.
“Never heard of it. How did I get here?” I asked.
“You came here through your dream.” The girl stated and then went on to introduce herself, “Oh, I’m Carnation, by the way.”
“I’m Peter. Wait, so, I’m dreaming? Or is this real?” I inquired in wonderment.
“This is quite real, Peter. Weren’t you dreaming about flying?” She questioned.
“Sure! I’ve had dreams of flying lots of times, but this is the first time I’ve woken up away from home. It’s pretty amazing!” I exclaimed, taking in my surroundings.
“And haven’t you always wished to never grow up? To not have any rules to follow? And to be able to fly?” Carnation inquired, counting on her fingers as she listed each thing.
“Yeah, how did you know all that?” I wondered, scratching my red hair.
“I’m a fairy. I’ve been to the Mainland before, where you’re from. I just know these things. And I’m here to tell you, Peter, that now all your dreams can come true!” She explained.
“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure how this could work.
“I mean, you are free to stay here now! In Neverland, there are no rules and nobody ever grows up. Do you believe you can fly?” She inquired, a playful grin on her face.
“Sure I do!” I nodded enthusiastically. Then Carnation grew smaller until she was fairy size again and flew around me, golden dust falling over me.
“What is this?” I asked as I rubbed the dust in my fingers.
“It’s pixie dust! Now, think of a happy thought and wait to see what happens.” She instructed, smiling broadly.
Happy thought, happy thought. I thought of never growing up, of being a kid for forever, and suddenly I felt my feet lift off the ground.
“I can fly! I’m flying!” I exclaimed.
“You’re doing great!” Carnation applauded as she watched me soaring through the night sky. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The wind in my hair, the sense of freedom, how light and carefree I felt. The sight below me was astonishing- Neverland was wonderful. I saw a mermaid lagoon, a cavern that looked like a skull, Indian territory, open sea and pirate ships. What more could a boy ask for? This place was my new home, I knew that much.
What was that?
There it was again! I paused in the air and listened closely.
It sounded like bells… I took off toward the direction of the sound until I came to the shore. I spotted a small fairy with blonde hair tied up in a bun and clothed in a green dress with her foot caught under a large rock.
“Hey there, lemme help you with that.” I offered. I tried lifting it, but it was too heavy.
“Look, human, find some lost things on the shore that you can use to split or pry up the rock so I can get out.” The fairy ordered, seeming annoyed.
“Lost things?” I repeated.
“Yeah, you know, the stuff that washes up from the mainland.” She answered, as though it were obvious. I searched around and saw many random items. I found silverware, springs, a portrait of a swan, a hairbrush, but the one thing I thought could help me most was a bronze pan.
I walked back over to the fairy and slid the handle of the pan underneath the rock and pressed down with all my might. The rock lifted just enough for the fairy to fly free.
“Wow, thanks! You should be a tinker!” The fairy said gratefully.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“I’m Tinkerbell, who are you? What are you doing in Neverland?” She inquired.
“I’m Peter. I flew here.” I replied.
“Peter, huh? Well, as my rescuer, I hereby dub you… Peter Pan! In honor of the pan you used to free me!” Tinkerbell issued, proud of her name idea.
“Peter Pan, huh? I like it!” I approved, crossing my arms across my chest in pride.
“Great! Hey! Why don’t I give you a tour of Neverland? I could show you Mermaid Lagoon, Skull Rock, introduce you to Tiger Lily, you’d LOVE her, and- oh! We’ll have to be careful of Captain Hook and his scurvy crew. He doesn’t like any of us.” Tinkerbell suggested and I gladly took her up on her offer. I liked Tinkerbell and it was no surprise to me that we became best friends.
“Peter!” I called out his name in the silence, like he would actually hear, like he would actually care. I was his friend first. I told him everything. I taught him how to fly. I thought we would be great friends. Then he had to go and meet Tinkerbell. The two of them had become best friends and partners- they were completely inseparable. You hardly heard one name without the other, since they were the heroes now. Always fighting off Captain Hook and his crew.
Eventually, everyone in Pixie Hollow turned against me, because they always said I was jealous of Tink. So, I left Pixie Hollow for good and I shoved all those bad memories with Pan, as he was mostly now called, into a box, deep down inside myself that I would never open up again.
“Goodbye, Peter Pan. Goodbye, Pixie Hollow.”
Awww. Poor Carnation. I just have to say, I had a BLAST writing this story! I think it’s one of my facorites! 😀
P.S. I’ll reply to comments as soon as I have wifi again!