I love love stories so if you got a fun story you made up or a real-life love adventure you took, please share!
#21
"Jack and Jill went up a hill both with a buck and a quarter... Jill came down with two fifty... Ohhhhhh" - Andrew Dice Clay
4points
#22
There were 2 young people, called Charlie and Oliver. Oliver was non-binary and Charlie was a demiboy, but, as everyone thought they were both girls, that’s what they believed. Olivers parents had split up and they were feeling really sad. They had been staying with their gran in one of the cottages she owned, on a island. Charlie and his family had decided to stay there for a week, for the summer holidays. Charlie was so excited. Maybe he’d see a red squirrel, or find some good trees to climb! He had no idea he’d find the love of his life.
Oliver barely wanted to do anything, including going outside. But then their gran told them that someone around their age was arriving that day and staying for a week.
The island was even better than Charlie expected! Everyone there was so friendly, but, he still hadn’t met any children his age and felt lonely.
A couple of days later, he spotted Oliver on the swings with their mum and sister. Charlie found the confidence to speak to them, and they became good friends.
They had loads of fun, including a rainy-day party in the shed.
But all too soon, Charlie had to go home. Neither Charlie nor Oliver had a phone, and they had no contact with each other.
But Charlie didn’t forget about Oliver. Next year, Charlie and his family went back to stay at the island again.
They had loads of fun again, doing things like the traditional rainy-day party, playing tennis (badly), and even getting a giant waterslide out!
They met other children, two sisters called Rita and Eva. At first they didn’t get in with each other, in fact, Oliver and Charlie accused them of stealing their ideas. But, soon they became friends!
Three nights before Charlie was due to leave, they had a sleepover.
The next day, Charlie and Oliver were sitting at a table eating breakfast, when Olivers mum came to pick them up.
They said a small goodbye, because they assumed they’d see each other again.
They didn’t.
Not for a year.
Charlie and his family went back to the island a year later, and, it was such fun!
A year later, the virus came, and they couldn’t go to the island. But, Charlie and Oliver still texted loads!
Eventually, in June 2020, Charlie asked Oliver out!
And they said yes.
And that, my fellow pandas, is the story of a long-distance relationship.
Oliver barely wanted to do anything, including going outside. But then their gran told them that someone around their age was arriving that day and staying for a week.
The island was even better than Charlie expected! Everyone there was so friendly, but, he still hadn’t met any children his age and felt lonely.
A couple of days later, he spotted Oliver on the swings with their mum and sister. Charlie found the confidence to speak to them, and they became good friends.
They had loads of fun, including a rainy-day party in the shed.
But all too soon, Charlie had to go home. Neither Charlie nor Oliver had a phone, and they had no contact with each other.
But Charlie didn’t forget about Oliver. Next year, Charlie and his family went back to stay at the island again.
They had loads of fun again, doing things like the traditional rainy-day party, playing tennis (badly), and even getting a giant waterslide out!
They met other children, two sisters called Rita and Eva. At first they didn’t get in with each other, in fact, Oliver and Charlie accused them of stealing their ideas. But, soon they became friends!
Three nights before Charlie was due to leave, they had a sleepover.
The next day, Charlie and Oliver were sitting at a table eating breakfast, when Olivers mum came to pick them up.
They said a small goodbye, because they assumed they’d see each other again.
They didn’t.
Not for a year.
Charlie and his family went back to the island a year later, and, it was such fun!
A year later, the virus came, and they couldn’t go to the island. But, Charlie and Oliver still texted loads!
Eventually, in June 2020, Charlie asked Oliver out!
And they said yes.
And that, my fellow pandas, is the story of a long-distance relationship.
4points
#23
We were working together and since Day 1, I knew he will cause me trouble.. like for 2 years, 2 wonderful years, then we split. But I ended up with his sister as my bff, even now after all these years 😏
4points
#24
When I was 13, I had my first love
There was nobody that compared to my baby
And nobody came between us, nor could ever come above
She had me going crazy
Oh, I was starstruck
She woke me up daily, don’t need no Starbucks
She made my heart pound, and skip a beat when I see her in the street and
At school on the playground, but I really want to see her on the weekend
She knows she's got me dazing, cause she was so amazing
There was nobody that compared to my baby
And nobody came between us, nor could ever come above
She had me going crazy
Oh, I was starstruck
She woke me up daily, don’t need no Starbucks
She made my heart pound, and skip a beat when I see her in the street and
At school on the playground, but I really want to see her on the weekend
She knows she's got me dazing, cause she was so amazing
3points
#25
Once Upon a Time, there was a beautiful girl who was in her third year of Hogwarts. She was kind, optimistic, and could make anyone laugh. She was in Gryffindor and was a chaser on their Quidditch team. The whole Gryffindor Quidditch team were best friends. But the seeker always caught her eye. He was a blond, tall boy who was always really nice to her. He held the door for her, complimented her hair, and always made her laugh. His name was Adam. She's always had a crush on him ever since their first year together, but her parents were always strict about her dating and wouldn't let her till she was 16. At some practices, her friends always joked about it saying that he should be her partner for warmups, she was sure Adam heard.
One night she got an unexpected letter from a white snowy owl. It said:
“Who do you like?
-From Adam”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE FREAKED OUT! Her friends in the dormitory told her, this is your chance to tell him! So she found her favorite picture of him and wrote below it “him” and sent it back. When the owl returned it had a letter saying “Who me?” she laughed, who else could it be! She replied on the back:
“Well yeah. You probably already know”
And sent it. It was the most stressful and intense 10 minutes of her life. It wasn't like the owl had far to go, his dormitory was only a tower over, but what if he didn't like her back! Finally, the owl came back with another note she read aloud:
“Yeah I like you to”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE FREAKED OUT AGAIN! All her friends freaked out too! Her crush liked her back! AHHHHHHHHHHH! But then she noticed that there was more on the letter:
“But since we aren’t allowed to date, we should just stay best friends till we are old enuff. See you tomorrow in Herbology”
And she dreamed about him the whole night. Every day since then she and Adam always hung out with each other every chance they got. They wrote to each other every day. Being around Adam just made her so happy.
No matter all the rules people can set,
the boundaries of love will never be kept.
One night she got an unexpected letter from a white snowy owl. It said:
“Who do you like?
-From Adam”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE FREAKED OUT! Her friends in the dormitory told her, this is your chance to tell him! So she found her favorite picture of him and wrote below it “him” and sent it back. When the owl returned it had a letter saying “Who me?” she laughed, who else could it be! She replied on the back:
“Well yeah. You probably already know”
And sent it. It was the most stressful and intense 10 minutes of her life. It wasn't like the owl had far to go, his dormitory was only a tower over, but what if he didn't like her back! Finally, the owl came back with another note she read aloud:
“Yeah I like you to”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE FREAKED OUT AGAIN! All her friends freaked out too! Her crush liked her back! AHHHHHHHHHHH! But then she noticed that there was more on the letter:
“But since we aren’t allowed to date, we should just stay best friends till we are old enuff. See you tomorrow in Herbology”
And she dreamed about him the whole night. Every day since then she and Adam always hung out with each other every chance they got. They wrote to each other every day. Being around Adam just made her so happy.
No matter all the rules people can set,
the boundaries of love will never be kept.
3points
#26
note: this is a story, not real!
i always wondered what love would be like. would there be walks in parks, under the stars? would there be road trips for weeks on end without getting bored? or would it just be me and my partner, best friend, together, forever?
i hoped it would be forever. i really did. but my fate wasnt meant to be that. someone, somewhere mustve decided, that for me, i was meant to go it alone, that i didnt need anyone at all. after the few short, precious years of walks in the park under the stars, trips to different places, sitting in cafés for hours until we got kicked out, just going to each others messy apartments to see each other and talk about the things we missed from our week, and even the occasional silly argument which always got resolved after one of us saw sense...
it ended as quick as this sentence.
time stopped for a minute when it happened, everything slowed down. for months i felt incomplete... that turned into years and still i feel like only one half. my apartment is still messy and littered with photos, books and drawings, to remind me of her. she was the best, and though she's gone, though it didnt last forever, i always loved her and always will.
i hoped it would be forever. i really did. but my fate wasnt meant to be that. someone, somewhere mustve decided, that for me, i was meant to go it alone, that i didnt need anyone at all. after the few short, precious years of walks in the park under the stars, trips to different places, sitting in cafés for hours until we got kicked out, just going to each others messy apartments to see each other and talk about the things we missed from our week, and even the occasional silly argument which always got resolved after one of us saw sense...
it ended as quick as this sentence.
time stopped for a minute when it happened, everything slowed down. for months i felt incomplete... that turned into years and still i feel like only one half. my apartment is still messy and littered with photos, books and drawings, to remind me of her. she was the best, and though she's gone, though it didnt last forever, i always loved her and always will.
3points
#27
Part 1:
The first day of the school year was over. His rucksack, heavy from new books, pulled his shoulders down, making him walk slouched. His head was down as a strong wind blew flecks of cold rain against his face. He hated this weather; he hated this town. For a long as he could remember it was always the same, cloudy, windy, raining or a combination of all three.
As he was about to turn the corner and begin the walk up the steep hill towards the small structure he called home, he heard a noise. It confused him, it was a sound he had heard before, but that was a long time ago. He hadn’t heard that sound for nearly 5 years. 'Must be the wind' he thought to himself, and no sooner than he thought it, he heard it again. 5 years! 5 years this coming November was the last time he had heard that sound.
He was 11 years old when his mother died on 15th November. She had been ill a long while but, when the time came, the family gathered around. She smiled to him, calling him towards her using just the power of love in her eyes. The last words she ever spoke, was his name.
That was the last time he heard that sound, the sound of his own name. Strange how hearing his own name sounded foreign to him, yet since his mother’s passing, all anyone seemed to call him was 'Buddy', 'Champ', 'Kiddo' or any other generic term people use when they don't really know what to say.
The sound again! His name, he was sure now. He turned his back to the wind and looked down the street he had just walked up, to see a figure in a bright red raincoat jogging towards him. ‘Didn’t you hear me?’ she asked, almost shouting as she caught up to him, ‘I’ve been calling you since the town hall!’. He looked at her, her usually perfectly styled shoulder length brown hair was now blown wild in the wind, her small pug nose was wrinkled as she squinted into the blasting air.
‘It’s the wind, I can’t hear much at all’ he replied, more confused than anything else. ‘Did you need something?’
‘Nice of them to give us this much homework one the first day eh.’ She felt stupid saying it, she’d always hated small talk. She was determined to try and act natural. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him looking at her. She carried on walking knowing that he would follow and turned into the street where she knew he lived, it was the wrong way for her but she had wanted to talk to him all day and never got the chance.
‘Don’t you live the other way?’ he asked, his words stopping her. She turned to him, trying to choose her words carefully, she looked into his eyes, the colour of brushed steel, ‘Listen. I wanted to talk to you’. She couldn’t hold his gaze, not whilst saying what she wanted to. ‘I erm… I know we haven’t spoken much before…’
‘You’ve never spoken to me before today!’ His reply, while probably true, hurt a her a little.
‘Well, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about’ She tried to continue,
‘You wanted to talk to me, about not talking to me?’
‘Yeah…No… I-I erm…’ She cleared her throat, composed her self and started again, ‘Look, when I moved here a few years ago, everyone was really nice to me, except you…’
‘Wait I… I never did anything to you…’ He interrupted, feeling attacked
‘I know, that’s not what I’m saying! You were just this miserable kid that wouldn’t talk to anyone, and when I asked about you, everyone said to just leave you alone, that you preferred to be left alone! The thing is, I only found out last week, about what happened and I just want to say, I get it. But I don’t think you should be left alone, I want to help you move on.’
There was a long pause, He thought about all that had happened since his mother died, about how lonely he had felt and how everybody seemed to avoid talking to him. He grew angry, who did she think she was bringing this up? He wanted to shout at her, tell her to leave him alone… But that would make her right, and she wasn’t!
The first day of the school year was over. His rucksack, heavy from new books, pulled his shoulders down, making him walk slouched. His head was down as a strong wind blew flecks of cold rain against his face. He hated this weather; he hated this town. For a long as he could remember it was always the same, cloudy, windy, raining or a combination of all three.
As he was about to turn the corner and begin the walk up the steep hill towards the small structure he called home, he heard a noise. It confused him, it was a sound he had heard before, but that was a long time ago. He hadn’t heard that sound for nearly 5 years. 'Must be the wind' he thought to himself, and no sooner than he thought it, he heard it again. 5 years! 5 years this coming November was the last time he had heard that sound.
He was 11 years old when his mother died on 15th November. She had been ill a long while but, when the time came, the family gathered around. She smiled to him, calling him towards her using just the power of love in her eyes. The last words she ever spoke, was his name.
That was the last time he heard that sound, the sound of his own name. Strange how hearing his own name sounded foreign to him, yet since his mother’s passing, all anyone seemed to call him was 'Buddy', 'Champ', 'Kiddo' or any other generic term people use when they don't really know what to say.
The sound again! His name, he was sure now. He turned his back to the wind and looked down the street he had just walked up, to see a figure in a bright red raincoat jogging towards him. ‘Didn’t you hear me?’ she asked, almost shouting as she caught up to him, ‘I’ve been calling you since the town hall!’. He looked at her, her usually perfectly styled shoulder length brown hair was now blown wild in the wind, her small pug nose was wrinkled as she squinted into the blasting air.
‘It’s the wind, I can’t hear much at all’ he replied, more confused than anything else. ‘Did you need something?’
‘Nice of them to give us this much homework one the first day eh.’ She felt stupid saying it, she’d always hated small talk. She was determined to try and act natural. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him looking at her. She carried on walking knowing that he would follow and turned into the street where she knew he lived, it was the wrong way for her but she had wanted to talk to him all day and never got the chance.
‘Don’t you live the other way?’ he asked, his words stopping her. She turned to him, trying to choose her words carefully, she looked into his eyes, the colour of brushed steel, ‘Listen. I wanted to talk to you’. She couldn’t hold his gaze, not whilst saying what she wanted to. ‘I erm… I know we haven’t spoken much before…’
‘You’ve never spoken to me before today!’ His reply, while probably true, hurt a her a little.
‘Well, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about’ She tried to continue,
‘You wanted to talk to me, about not talking to me?’
‘Yeah…No… I-I erm…’ She cleared her throat, composed her self and started again, ‘Look, when I moved here a few years ago, everyone was really nice to me, except you…’
‘Wait I… I never did anything to you…’ He interrupted, feeling attacked
‘I know, that’s not what I’m saying! You were just this miserable kid that wouldn’t talk to anyone, and when I asked about you, everyone said to just leave you alone, that you preferred to be left alone! The thing is, I only found out last week, about what happened and I just want to say, I get it. But I don’t think you should be left alone, I want to help you move on.’
There was a long pause, He thought about all that had happened since his mother died, about how lonely he had felt and how everybody seemed to avoid talking to him. He grew angry, who did she think she was bringing this up? He wanted to shout at her, tell her to leave him alone… But that would make her right, and she wasn’t!
3points
#28
Part 2:
He stared at her, waiting… She shifted, as though uncomfortable in her own skin. Slowly she raised her head until, finally her eyes met his. The anger he was feeling fell from him, like a bucket of calm had been poured over his head. As he looked into those brown eyes, all he could see was someone that actually cared.
‘I can’t imagine what it feels like,’ She said, breaking the silence, ‘but if you want to talk about it…’
‘I never wanted to be left alone’ His voice stayed calm, thanks to those caring eyes, ‘Everyone did that on their own, they treated me like a lepper, like I was tainted in some way.’ He wasn’t quite sure why he was saying the words as they came out of his mouth, maybe it was those eyes? ‘Do you know, you’re the first person I’ve heard say my name since my mum died?’
‘That can’t be true!’
‘Oh, it is! It felt weird!’
‘Would you rather I didn’t?
‘No! It was nice, I’d just forgotten what it sounded like.’ He smiled at her. When she returned the gesture, he felt a strange effervescence in his stomach. ‘You know, this is the first actual conversation I’ve had in a long time.’
‘Well, I’d like to carry it on, if you’re up for it?’
‘Yeah, I’d like that!’ he said, still smiling.
She took his hand, instantly warming him from the cold, and suggested, ‘Lets find somewhere out of this weather where we can sit down.’
She led him to up the hill a short while, before turning into the town park, heading straight for the pavilion in the middle. Once out of the reach of the blasting air, they sat down. There was no one else there and they began to talk. They talked first about his mother, but the conversation soon turned to the things they both enjoyed, things they hated, even about the ridiculous amount of homework they had been given.
As the evening drew in, they both agreed they should probably head home. She stood first, taking both his hand in hers and said, ‘I’m glad we spoke, I look forward to doing it again tomorrow’. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He felt her dry lips, a cold warmth that lasted, even after she had walked away.
As promised, she spoke with him the next day, and the day after that, and all the days after that. Always ending up at the pavilion until the night took over the sky. They talked about everything and sometimes about nothing. Sometime they would just sit in silence, but it wasn’t those uncomfortable silences he was used to with other people, this was a calm silence, a safe silence, a peaceful silence. It was during one of these quiet moments, when they were lounging in the bay window of the old pavilion, she sat up and turned her face toward his, just inches away. ‘You know, I’ve been thinking’ she said, almost whispering, ‘I’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone. And well, I was thinking…’ she moved a fraction closer, ‘I was thinking about how glad I am that I spoke to you’. She moved a hairs breadth closer, he could feel her light exhale on his face making his heart beat harder. She paused… pulled back a little, ‘Only, I… I don’t want to ruin anything.’ She moved in again, ‘But sometimes…’ her face was now almost touching his, ‘Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith, right?’ Her own heart was racing, almost threatening to become one continuous beat, ‘I’m sorry if I’ve got this wrong, please… don’t hate me if I have, but I wanted to say, I think… I think…’
But he finished the sentenced, his barely audible voice said the words ‘I love you’ that that screamed inside her head, her stomach rotated like a washing machine with a brick inside! She closed the gap between her lips and his.
He felt his heart stop! He couldn’t believe he said it! He couldn’t believe she had kissed him when did!
He stared at her, waiting… She shifted, as though uncomfortable in her own skin. Slowly she raised her head until, finally her eyes met his. The anger he was feeling fell from him, like a bucket of calm had been poured over his head. As he looked into those brown eyes, all he could see was someone that actually cared.
‘I can’t imagine what it feels like,’ She said, breaking the silence, ‘but if you want to talk about it…’
‘I never wanted to be left alone’ His voice stayed calm, thanks to those caring eyes, ‘Everyone did that on their own, they treated me like a lepper, like I was tainted in some way.’ He wasn’t quite sure why he was saying the words as they came out of his mouth, maybe it was those eyes? ‘Do you know, you’re the first person I’ve heard say my name since my mum died?’
‘That can’t be true!’
‘Oh, it is! It felt weird!’
‘Would you rather I didn’t?
‘No! It was nice, I’d just forgotten what it sounded like.’ He smiled at her. When she returned the gesture, he felt a strange effervescence in his stomach. ‘You know, this is the first actual conversation I’ve had in a long time.’
‘Well, I’d like to carry it on, if you’re up for it?’
‘Yeah, I’d like that!’ he said, still smiling.
She took his hand, instantly warming him from the cold, and suggested, ‘Lets find somewhere out of this weather where we can sit down.’
She led him to up the hill a short while, before turning into the town park, heading straight for the pavilion in the middle. Once out of the reach of the blasting air, they sat down. There was no one else there and they began to talk. They talked first about his mother, but the conversation soon turned to the things they both enjoyed, things they hated, even about the ridiculous amount of homework they had been given.
As the evening drew in, they both agreed they should probably head home. She stood first, taking both his hand in hers and said, ‘I’m glad we spoke, I look forward to doing it again tomorrow’. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He felt her dry lips, a cold warmth that lasted, even after she had walked away.
As promised, she spoke with him the next day, and the day after that, and all the days after that. Always ending up at the pavilion until the night took over the sky. They talked about everything and sometimes about nothing. Sometime they would just sit in silence, but it wasn’t those uncomfortable silences he was used to with other people, this was a calm silence, a safe silence, a peaceful silence. It was during one of these quiet moments, when they were lounging in the bay window of the old pavilion, she sat up and turned her face toward his, just inches away. ‘You know, I’ve been thinking’ she said, almost whispering, ‘I’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone. And well, I was thinking…’ she moved a fraction closer, ‘I was thinking about how glad I am that I spoke to you’. She moved a hairs breadth closer, he could feel her light exhale on his face making his heart beat harder. She paused… pulled back a little, ‘Only, I… I don’t want to ruin anything.’ She moved in again, ‘But sometimes…’ her face was now almost touching his, ‘Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith, right?’ Her own heart was racing, almost threatening to become one continuous beat, ‘I’m sorry if I’ve got this wrong, please… don’t hate me if I have, but I wanted to say, I think… I think…’
But he finished the sentenced, his barely audible voice said the words ‘I love you’ that that screamed inside her head, her stomach rotated like a washing machine with a brick inside! She closed the gap between her lips and his.
He felt his heart stop! He couldn’t believe he said it! He couldn’t believe she had kissed him when did!
3points
#29
Part 3:
5 years! For 5 years she has been hearing that sound. The sound of the man she loved saying ‘I love you’. It still felt the same every time, the warmth it brings, the smile that spreads across her face like a reflex action, even her stomach flipping over. Now, as she stood in front of the pavilion, “their pavilion”, she felt that feeling again.
For the first time that anyone in the whole town could remember, the sun was shining. It’s light reflecting on the details of her white dress, making her appear to sparkle.
A few moments ago, she had said the words, ‘I do’, 2 words that had the same effect on her as when he spoke 3. She knew that people refer to wedding days as the happiest of their lives, but she felt sorry for those people, because she knew, together with him, every day would be just happy.
5 years! For 5 years she has been hearing that sound. The sound of the man she loved saying ‘I love you’. It still felt the same every time, the warmth it brings, the smile that spreads across her face like a reflex action, even her stomach flipping over. Now, as she stood in front of the pavilion, “their pavilion”, she felt that feeling again.
For the first time that anyone in the whole town could remember, the sun was shining. It’s light reflecting on the details of her white dress, making her appear to sparkle.
A few moments ago, she had said the words, ‘I do’, 2 words that had the same effect on her as when he spoke 3. She knew that people refer to wedding days as the happiest of their lives, but she felt sorry for those people, because she knew, together with him, every day would be just happy.
Sorry it's so long, I started on Word and got carried away. Anyway, let me know what you think. LPK.
3points
#30
*insert best, william x clara, love story ever*
3points
#31
a cute little cat stood on your bed, you wondered what it wants. and the cat comes down and gives you a card you read it. and when you stop the cat want you to follow it, when you finish the short walk, the cat's tail tip turned pink and the ears turned red, and the body turned pink, and a heart appeared on its chest. you wondered why there was a heart on it's chest, and the cat rushed away. you follow it, when the cat stops you see a box full of kittens that look like it. the kittens look at you. they lick you and prr you pet them. the kittens pull a mega cat carrier. and they open it and get in it, and another cat appears and gets in, you look at the female one and it get in too. then you close it. bringing a ton of cats home with you.when you get home you notice the cat have thumbs! the cats snap a lovely tune. it sounded like classic study music. it atracts more cats then it makes 20 cats be in your house! then the cats start making hearts.
3points
#32
I found my crush at school. It took me some time to figure out I like her, but she is my best friend and my everything. I'm still a little scared to ask her out, but she agreed to be my valentine. My friends also tease me for blushing when I'm around her. Most times I find myself thinking about her when I'm supposed to be doing something.
2points
#33
Ok pandas, Making up a story here.
I remember like it was yesterday. 1989. In the great state of Tennessee, It was homecoming season. His name was Sam. Red hair and freckles across his face. It was frowned upon I know. But I loved him. I loved him so. I had written him a note. ´ Meet me in the back of school' it said. he was like me. broken and defective some might say. But I thought it was perfect. I waited there. behind a tree. I heard noises. ¨ Got yourself a little note I see!¨, I walked silently to see Brutus and Sam. Brutus with my note in his hand. Sam with a bloody nose. I silently marched over. Sam saw me and smiled. ¨ What are you smirking at punk!¨ Brutus pushed Sam into the sign that said. ´ Stop bullying at Hercules High school!´ ironic I know. I tiptoed behind Brutus. I kicked his shin and he fell back. He hit his head on a tree trunk and his eyes were closed. Ï ran over to Sam and cleaned up his nose and now bleeding lip with a tissue. As he looked at me in my eyes I looked at his. ¨are you okay now-¨ he grabbed my face and kissed me. Änd that kids is why there is a heart in that old tree trunk with the names Sam and Max etched in.
2points
#34
This is a poem I wrote about a special someone!
♥Your smile makes my lips curve up on their own, and when I realize that I have been smiling for too long I have to push them down, with all my might.
♥Your touch makes me feel warm, relaxed, and comforted even on the coldest night.
♥Your jokes make me laugh so hard my stomach starts to hurt and I can't breathe, even when they don't make any sense.
♥Your eyes when we look at each other tell me exactly how you feel before you tell me.
♥Your words make me feel loved, appreciated, and like the luckiest girl in the world.
♥Seeing you fills me with joy.
Love is like a wadded-up ball of yarn, you never know where it starts, where it ends, or how to use it. But you will never forget the feeling love gives you.
♥Your touch makes me feel warm, relaxed, and comforted even on the coldest night.
♥Your jokes make me laugh so hard my stomach starts to hurt and I can't breathe, even when they don't make any sense.
♥Your eyes when we look at each other tell me exactly how you feel before you tell me.
♥Your words make me feel loved, appreciated, and like the luckiest girl in the world.
♥Seeing you fills me with joy.
Love is like a wadded-up ball of yarn, you never know where it starts, where it ends, or how to use it. But you will never forget the feeling love gives you.
2points
#35
Buckle up! Here is something I wrote:
Fifteen-year-old Rose Whitlock’s curly, dark hair spilled over her pillow, as she lay in bed, asleep. Her cream-colored skin seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. As she slept, a shadow flitted across the room. The shadow was followed by a flash of bright light.
Rose sat up and looked around the room, looking for the source of the light that woke her. She didn’t see anything. Then she saw a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye. She gasped and turned. In the corner was a boy. About her age, he had hair as dark as hers, and a mischievous smile.
“Have you seen my fairy? I think she came in here. Tinkerbell?” A sound like bells came from her wardrobe. “What are you doing in there Tink?”
The sound of bells rang out again. “You don’t need to look at her clothes, we shouldn’t say such things about what people wear.” He listened. “I don’t care if you think they’re ugly, you don’t say things like that about others.”
Turning to Rose he said apologetically, “I’m Peter Pan. What’s your name?”
“I’m Rose, Rose Whitlock. Why are you in my room, and is there really a fairy in my wardrobe?”
“Well, of course! Tink! Come out of there! Tinkerbell, if you don’t come out, I’ll banish you!”
A streak of light darted out of the wardrobe, when it lighted onto Peter’s shoulder, Rose could see a tiny woman, in a dress made from leaves. Her wings were intricate with designs and flowers decorating them. She seemed to be glaring at Rose, as though she despised her.
“Where do you live?” Rose asked.
“I live in Neverland! Second star to the right, and straight on till morning!”
“How do you get there? It’s not like you could fly.”
Peter laughed, “That’s funny, of course you fly!”
“How do you fly? I would love to try!”
“All you need is faith, trust, and some pixie dust!” He grabbed a tiny bag that was hung by a cord around his neck like a necklace. He reached in and pinched out some sparkly dust. He then sprinkled it over Rose’s head.
“Now, think of something happy!”
Rose closed her eyes, and thought of Richard, a boy in her class. She opened her eyes, and looked down, her feet were still on the ground.
“That thought must not have been happy enough, think of something else.”
She closed her eyes, and thought, a memory surfaced, running through the sun with her friend Lucille on a summer day. She opened her eyes and saw that she was floating above the ground!
“I’m flying! I’m flying!” She cried.
“Do you want to see more magic?” Peter asked.
“Yes, please!”
“You’ll have to come to Neverland with me.”
“Really? I can go with you!”
“Of course! As long as you be the lost boys mother!”
He led Rose to the window and said, “Think of something happy again.” When she thought of that day again, she started flying again. “Let’s go!” he took her hand and flew away.
1 Year Later
Rose sat sewing the shirt of one of the lost boys, Chief. When Chief came to join the lost boys, he was 6 years old. She was now 16.
“Chief, come here and put this shirt on, so I can see if I mended it correctly.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Oh dear, you are starting to grow out of your clothes, I must make you some new ones.”
Peter Pan looked up. Then seemed not to care and went back to sharpening his knife.
The Next Morning
When Rose woke up, Peter had already left on patrol for pirates. She turned to Smiley, “Hey, I’m going to forage for food. If Peter gets back before I do, tell him where I went.”
“Okay!”
Rose put on her moccasins and left the underground house. She took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Then she set off into the forest. She found pinecones, and broke them apart for pine nuts, and went to her favorite meadow to gather wild strawberries.
She was in an apple tree when she heard a branch snap below her. She looked down and saw a head of bright red hair. Chief! Rose decided to scare him. In the year she had learned how to move without making a sound and avoid rustling leaves. Pt. 2 coming soon!
Fifteen-year-old Rose Whitlock’s curly, dark hair spilled over her pillow, as she lay in bed, asleep. Her cream-colored skin seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. As she slept, a shadow flitted across the room. The shadow was followed by a flash of bright light.
Rose sat up and looked around the room, looking for the source of the light that woke her. She didn’t see anything. Then she saw a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye. She gasped and turned. In the corner was a boy. About her age, he had hair as dark as hers, and a mischievous smile.
“Have you seen my fairy? I think she came in here. Tinkerbell?” A sound like bells came from her wardrobe. “What are you doing in there Tink?”
The sound of bells rang out again. “You don’t need to look at her clothes, we shouldn’t say such things about what people wear.” He listened. “I don’t care if you think they’re ugly, you don’t say things like that about others.”
Turning to Rose he said apologetically, “I’m Peter Pan. What’s your name?”
“I’m Rose, Rose Whitlock. Why are you in my room, and is there really a fairy in my wardrobe?”
“Well, of course! Tink! Come out of there! Tinkerbell, if you don’t come out, I’ll banish you!”
A streak of light darted out of the wardrobe, when it lighted onto Peter’s shoulder, Rose could see a tiny woman, in a dress made from leaves. Her wings were intricate with designs and flowers decorating them. She seemed to be glaring at Rose, as though she despised her.
“Where do you live?” Rose asked.
“I live in Neverland! Second star to the right, and straight on till morning!”
“How do you get there? It’s not like you could fly.”
Peter laughed, “That’s funny, of course you fly!”
“How do you fly? I would love to try!”
“All you need is faith, trust, and some pixie dust!” He grabbed a tiny bag that was hung by a cord around his neck like a necklace. He reached in and pinched out some sparkly dust. He then sprinkled it over Rose’s head.
“Now, think of something happy!”
Rose closed her eyes, and thought of Richard, a boy in her class. She opened her eyes, and looked down, her feet were still on the ground.
“That thought must not have been happy enough, think of something else.”
She closed her eyes, and thought, a memory surfaced, running through the sun with her friend Lucille on a summer day. She opened her eyes and saw that she was floating above the ground!
“I’m flying! I’m flying!” She cried.
“Do you want to see more magic?” Peter asked.
“Yes, please!”
“You’ll have to come to Neverland with me.”
“Really? I can go with you!”
“Of course! As long as you be the lost boys mother!”
He led Rose to the window and said, “Think of something happy again.” When she thought of that day again, she started flying again. “Let’s go!” he took her hand and flew away.
1 Year Later
Rose sat sewing the shirt of one of the lost boys, Chief. When Chief came to join the lost boys, he was 6 years old. She was now 16.
“Chief, come here and put this shirt on, so I can see if I mended it correctly.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Oh dear, you are starting to grow out of your clothes, I must make you some new ones.”
Peter Pan looked up. Then seemed not to care and went back to sharpening his knife.
The Next Morning
When Rose woke up, Peter had already left on patrol for pirates. She turned to Smiley, “Hey, I’m going to forage for food. If Peter gets back before I do, tell him where I went.”
“Okay!”
Rose put on her moccasins and left the underground house. She took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Then she set off into the forest. She found pinecones, and broke them apart for pine nuts, and went to her favorite meadow to gather wild strawberries.
She was in an apple tree when she heard a branch snap below her. She looked down and saw a head of bright red hair. Chief! Rose decided to scare him. In the year she had learned how to move without making a sound and avoid rustling leaves. Pt. 2 coming soon!
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#36
But, as she was about to make her way down, she noticed that chief was scared. His back pinned to the tree.
Then she saw Peter.
This was not the Peter she knew, the Peter she knew was silly, took care of all the boys, and would never dream of hurting them.
This Peter’s eyes were full of hate, and malice. This Peter seemed to be stalking the six-year-old like a jungle cat, a knife in his hands.
“Peter! What did I do! Please! I didn’t break any of the rules!” Chief said, all signs of his crooked smile gone, tears building and spilling out of his vibrant blue eyes.
“Oh, Chief, but you did break a rule. You’re growing up. Rose said so herself.”
“I’m trying not to Peter, I promise! I’ll try harder!”
“Too late.”
Peter Pan rammed the knife into Chief’s stomach.
Rose was frozen in shock, she couldn’t move. Her mind was blank with panic, and pain.
Chief tried to double over, and hold his stomach, try to stem the bleeding, but Peter shoved his shoulder against the tree. Still holding the knife into the little boy’s stomach. Chief’s face paled, as he lost the blood that was staining his shirt, gushing over Peter’s hand, onto the forest moss, staining vibrant pink, blue and yellow flowers red. The air filled with the copper smell of blood.
Pan stared into the boy’s face until his once vibrant, sparking, cobalt blue eyes dimmed to dull marbles. Once they did, he shoved the child’s body, and Chief fell over sideways on the grass. He was dead.
“Serves you right for growing up.” Peter scoffed.
Suddenly, Peter froze. He cocked his head to the side, listening.
Then he looked up. Rose and Peter’s eyes locked.
That snapped Rose out of her terror, she launched herself from the tree, over Peter’s head. Then she took off running, blind fear and adrenaline lending her speed she had never had before. She ran through the bushes, and trees, heedless of the paths. When she felt she was far enough she climbed a weeping willow to sleep.
The Next Morning
Rose woke with a start. Someone was standing below her. She started climbing, to get above Peter, because she knew it was him. She was almost to the top, before she decided to look down.
But when she paused to do so, she felt the branch give underneath her.
As she fell, she tried to grab other branches, but they just whipped her as she went past them.
She braced herself for a hard landing, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught her.
She looked up into the face of a pirate, but not any pirate, it was James Thatcher. The 17-year-old captain of the pirates.
Captain James had a strong square jaw, striking green eyes, sea tanned skin, and his long black hair was tied back into a low ponytail.
He also hunted lost boys, and when he caught them, if they wouldn’t join his crew, they would walk the plank.
Rose started to thrash to get out of his arms, but he tightened his grip.
“Let me go, or I’ll scream, and you’ll regret it!”
“No, you won’t, you don’t want Pan to find you, do you?” His baritone voice was amused, but with an edge of apprehension.
He was right, if she screamed, Peter would find her. But how did the pirate captain know that she was hiding from Peter? And was he going to kill her?
“Let---me---go!” Rose continued to fight and thrash.
Instead, Captain James tightened his grip, and another pirate walked out of the woods, holding a sack. It was then thrown over her head, and her hands and legs were tied.
“Truly, I’m sorry about this.”
“You mangy dogs! Let me go!” Rose thrashed trying to escape her bindings, to no avail.
“I wish I could, but then you’d run away, and we can’t have that.” Said the captain, as he ripped the bag off her head, “Unfortunately, since you seem bent on screaming until that little demon finds us, we’ll have to knock you out. He pulled a bottle with a faded label that read: Chloroform. He wetted a handkerchief and placed it over her mouth until her eyes rolled back and she passed out.
pt. 3 coming soon
Then she saw Peter.
This was not the Peter she knew, the Peter she knew was silly, took care of all the boys, and would never dream of hurting them.
This Peter’s eyes were full of hate, and malice. This Peter seemed to be stalking the six-year-old like a jungle cat, a knife in his hands.
“Peter! What did I do! Please! I didn’t break any of the rules!” Chief said, all signs of his crooked smile gone, tears building and spilling out of his vibrant blue eyes.
“Oh, Chief, but you did break a rule. You’re growing up. Rose said so herself.”
“I’m trying not to Peter, I promise! I’ll try harder!”
“Too late.”
Peter Pan rammed the knife into Chief’s stomach.
Rose was frozen in shock, she couldn’t move. Her mind was blank with panic, and pain.
Chief tried to double over, and hold his stomach, try to stem the bleeding, but Peter shoved his shoulder against the tree. Still holding the knife into the little boy’s stomach. Chief’s face paled, as he lost the blood that was staining his shirt, gushing over Peter’s hand, onto the forest moss, staining vibrant pink, blue and yellow flowers red. The air filled with the copper smell of blood.
Pan stared into the boy’s face until his once vibrant, sparking, cobalt blue eyes dimmed to dull marbles. Once they did, he shoved the child’s body, and Chief fell over sideways on the grass. He was dead.
“Serves you right for growing up.” Peter scoffed.
Suddenly, Peter froze. He cocked his head to the side, listening.
Then he looked up. Rose and Peter’s eyes locked.
That snapped Rose out of her terror, she launched herself from the tree, over Peter’s head. Then she took off running, blind fear and adrenaline lending her speed she had never had before. She ran through the bushes, and trees, heedless of the paths. When she felt she was far enough she climbed a weeping willow to sleep.
The Next Morning
Rose woke with a start. Someone was standing below her. She started climbing, to get above Peter, because she knew it was him. She was almost to the top, before she decided to look down.
But when she paused to do so, she felt the branch give underneath her.
As she fell, she tried to grab other branches, but they just whipped her as she went past them.
She braced herself for a hard landing, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught her.
She looked up into the face of a pirate, but not any pirate, it was James Thatcher. The 17-year-old captain of the pirates.
Captain James had a strong square jaw, striking green eyes, sea tanned skin, and his long black hair was tied back into a low ponytail.
He also hunted lost boys, and when he caught them, if they wouldn’t join his crew, they would walk the plank.
Rose started to thrash to get out of his arms, but he tightened his grip.
“Let me go, or I’ll scream, and you’ll regret it!”
“No, you won’t, you don’t want Pan to find you, do you?” His baritone voice was amused, but with an edge of apprehension.
He was right, if she screamed, Peter would find her. But how did the pirate captain know that she was hiding from Peter? And was he going to kill her?
“Let---me---go!” Rose continued to fight and thrash.
Instead, Captain James tightened his grip, and another pirate walked out of the woods, holding a sack. It was then thrown over her head, and her hands and legs were tied.
“Truly, I’m sorry about this.”
“You mangy dogs! Let me go!” Rose thrashed trying to escape her bindings, to no avail.
“I wish I could, but then you’d run away, and we can’t have that.” Said the captain, as he ripped the bag off her head, “Unfortunately, since you seem bent on screaming until that little demon finds us, we’ll have to knock you out. He pulled a bottle with a faded label that read: Chloroform. He wetted a handkerchief and placed it over her mouth until her eyes rolled back and she passed out.
pt. 3 coming soon
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#37
“Once more, I apologize.” He said cordially. Then he placed the bag over her head again.
On The Jolly Roger
When Rose came to, she heard ocean waves, she was still bound, and still had the bag over her head. She heard men laughing and dancing, and she felt rocking. She was lying on the deck of the pirate ship!
She decided to lay still, until she could figure out how to get out of there.
But then she heard, “I think our girl has slept long enough, we’re far enough from shore that she’ll be difficult to hear if she screams.”
Rose felt hands rolling her over, so she feigned unconsciousness, the hands were surprisingly gentle as they untied her hands and loosened the ropes around her feet.
As soon as they pulled the bag from her head, she punched the teenage pirate in the stomach, and ran across the ship, scaling the rope ladder to the crow’s nest.
“Hey!”
“Grab her!”
“Stop her!”
“Enough.”
The crew stopped shouting and looked to their captain for instruction.
“Are you alright, Smee?” He asked the pirate Rose had sucker punched.
“Yep,” the pirate grunted, “Just a little winded, that girl can punch!”
James grinned, “Can she now? Well, Little Miss Fighter, why don’t you come down from there, and we can talk about this. It’s not as if you can go anywhere.”
He was right. They were too far out to escape by swimming, and there was no way she could steal a longboat to get to shore. There was nowhere to go, but she wasn’t going to come down. Not unless they forced her. She told them so.
“Alright, you can stay there, but once you get hungry or thirsty, come down and we’ll talk, okay?”
They were going to starve her out! Well, they wouldn’t get her until she was ready. So, she sat down and waited.
That Night
Rose peeked over the edge of the crow’s nest. Captain James was still there, grinning up at her, eating an apple.
“You know, this is a really good apple, are you sure you don’t want one?”
Rose did want one, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She glared at him.
“I’m not hungry.” She said defiantly.
“Suit yourself!”
She sat back down and let out a frustrated sigh, how could she get food without giving up her position? She decided to wait, he had to fall asleep eventually.
pt 4 coming soon
On The Jolly Roger
When Rose came to, she heard ocean waves, she was still bound, and still had the bag over her head. She heard men laughing and dancing, and she felt rocking. She was lying on the deck of the pirate ship!
She decided to lay still, until she could figure out how to get out of there.
But then she heard, “I think our girl has slept long enough, we’re far enough from shore that she’ll be difficult to hear if she screams.”
Rose felt hands rolling her over, so she feigned unconsciousness, the hands were surprisingly gentle as they untied her hands and loosened the ropes around her feet.
As soon as they pulled the bag from her head, she punched the teenage pirate in the stomach, and ran across the ship, scaling the rope ladder to the crow’s nest.
“Hey!”
“Grab her!”
“Stop her!”
“Enough.”
The crew stopped shouting and looked to their captain for instruction.
“Are you alright, Smee?” He asked the pirate Rose had sucker punched.
“Yep,” the pirate grunted, “Just a little winded, that girl can punch!”
James grinned, “Can she now? Well, Little Miss Fighter, why don’t you come down from there, and we can talk about this. It’s not as if you can go anywhere.”
He was right. They were too far out to escape by swimming, and there was no way she could steal a longboat to get to shore. There was nowhere to go, but she wasn’t going to come down. Not unless they forced her. She told them so.
“Alright, you can stay there, but once you get hungry or thirsty, come down and we’ll talk, okay?”
They were going to starve her out! Well, they wouldn’t get her until she was ready. So, she sat down and waited.
That Night
Rose peeked over the edge of the crow’s nest. Captain James was still there, grinning up at her, eating an apple.
“You know, this is a really good apple, are you sure you don’t want one?”
Rose did want one, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She glared at him.
“I’m not hungry.” She said defiantly.
“Suit yourself!”
She sat back down and let out a frustrated sigh, how could she get food without giving up her position? She decided to wait, he had to fall asleep eventually.
pt 4 coming soon
2points
#38
Later
Rose Whitlock looked down. Yes! He was asleep, she could finally sneak down and get some food and water. She stealthily climbed down, landing on the deck like a cat. She crept down the stairs to the galley.
She saw a loaf of bread on the counter. Perfect! She reached toward it.
Without warning a hand grabbed her wrist. Someone spun her around to face him.
Of course.
“You know, for someone so stubborn, you lack subtlety. You’re very predictable.” James said.
Rose attempted to stop on his foot, but he danced out of the way, keeping a hold on her wrist.
He tsked, “You should learn when you are caught. Why don’t we talk in my cabin?”
“I’m not going anywhere with you!”
“You don’t have a choice,” He said, all merriment gone, “We are running out of time.”
He pulled her up onto the deck, and across to his cabin. He shut the door behind them.
“Sit down. We need to talk.”
Rose sat down and eyed him warily.
“What do you want with me?”
He sighed, and leaned against his desk, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you, I just didn’t know how else to deal with you. You already know the truth about Pan. Don’t try to lie to me about that, I heard Pan telling his fairy to search for you, and that he didn’t care if she hurt you. Which means you found out; how did you find out?
Rose took a deep breath, no point lying now, “I saw him kill Chief, a six-year-old lost boy. It was my fault. Peter found out that he was growing up, because I said he was growing out of his clothes. He stabbed him… it… it’s my fault.” She broke down in tears. Letting out the sobs she had been holding in for so long.
James’s face softened, “Hey, no, don’t blame that on yourself. It’s not your fault, you didn’t know that he was a monster, you had no way of knowing, he’s devious. Trust me, I know.”
Rose looked at him, wiping tears from her face, stifling sobs, “What?”
“I was a lost boy, when I was seven, I came to the island, Peter was kind to me. I was an orphan on the streets, Peter invited me to live with him. Adventures, a warm home, mermaids, friends, it sounded like a paradise, so, naturally I went with him.
“I lived the life of a lost boy until I was 8, another boy, Tiger, was also growing.” I was hunting in the forest with Tiger. We separated so we could sneak up on a rabbit. I was hiding near the hole, so I could grab it when it ran. Tiger’s job was to scare it, so it would run towards me. But when Tiger ran out, an arrow hit him in the throat. Then, Peter landed in front of him, the rabbit ran past me, but I didn’t care.
“Peter killed him, and he was going to kill me next, but since Tiger and I weren’t supposed to be hunting together that day, he thought I was on the other side of the island, so I didn’t die. I ran and hid. Throughout the years, I’ve collected other lost boys. We’ve made a crew.”
Rose was stunned, “What about the boys you make walk the plank, there’s no excuse for that.”
“Ah, but there is, have you noticed that we always have them walk the plank in the same spot? Near Skull Rock is a portal back to earth. We send the boys home. Those who wish to stay, because they feel they have no life back on earth anymore, join our crew. Our mission is to stop Pan.”
Rose was stunned, but the story made sense. Why the only one they ever seemed to want to kill was Peter, why they only kidnapped lost boys, and didn’t kill them in battle.
“How can I know you’re telling the truth?” She asked.
“There’s no way to prove my words short term. You’ll just have to trust me. Now, here’s the real question: Do you want to go home, or do you want to sail with us?”
Rose took a deep breath, “Can I think about it? Please?”
James smiled gently, “Of course, you’ve had a long day, we have a spare cabin, would you like to sleep there?”
“Yes, please, but first, can I eat?”
Rose Whitlock looked down. Yes! He was asleep, she could finally sneak down and get some food and water. She stealthily climbed down, landing on the deck like a cat. She crept down the stairs to the galley.
She saw a loaf of bread on the counter. Perfect! She reached toward it.
Without warning a hand grabbed her wrist. Someone spun her around to face him.
Of course.
“You know, for someone so stubborn, you lack subtlety. You’re very predictable.” James said.
Rose attempted to stop on his foot, but he danced out of the way, keeping a hold on her wrist.
He tsked, “You should learn when you are caught. Why don’t we talk in my cabin?”
“I’m not going anywhere with you!”
“You don’t have a choice,” He said, all merriment gone, “We are running out of time.”
He pulled her up onto the deck, and across to his cabin. He shut the door behind them.
“Sit down. We need to talk.”
Rose sat down and eyed him warily.
“What do you want with me?”
He sighed, and leaned against his desk, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you, I just didn’t know how else to deal with you. You already know the truth about Pan. Don’t try to lie to me about that, I heard Pan telling his fairy to search for you, and that he didn’t care if she hurt you. Which means you found out; how did you find out?
Rose took a deep breath, no point lying now, “I saw him kill Chief, a six-year-old lost boy. It was my fault. Peter found out that he was growing up, because I said he was growing out of his clothes. He stabbed him… it… it’s my fault.” She broke down in tears. Letting out the sobs she had been holding in for so long.
James’s face softened, “Hey, no, don’t blame that on yourself. It’s not your fault, you didn’t know that he was a monster, you had no way of knowing, he’s devious. Trust me, I know.”
Rose looked at him, wiping tears from her face, stifling sobs, “What?”
“I was a lost boy, when I was seven, I came to the island, Peter was kind to me. I was an orphan on the streets, Peter invited me to live with him. Adventures, a warm home, mermaids, friends, it sounded like a paradise, so, naturally I went with him.
“I lived the life of a lost boy until I was 8, another boy, Tiger, was also growing.” I was hunting in the forest with Tiger. We separated so we could sneak up on a rabbit. I was hiding near the hole, so I could grab it when it ran. Tiger’s job was to scare it, so it would run towards me. But when Tiger ran out, an arrow hit him in the throat. Then, Peter landed in front of him, the rabbit ran past me, but I didn’t care.
“Peter killed him, and he was going to kill me next, but since Tiger and I weren’t supposed to be hunting together that day, he thought I was on the other side of the island, so I didn’t die. I ran and hid. Throughout the years, I’ve collected other lost boys. We’ve made a crew.”
Rose was stunned, “What about the boys you make walk the plank, there’s no excuse for that.”
“Ah, but there is, have you noticed that we always have them walk the plank in the same spot? Near Skull Rock is a portal back to earth. We send the boys home. Those who wish to stay, because they feel they have no life back on earth anymore, join our crew. Our mission is to stop Pan.”
Rose was stunned, but the story made sense. Why the only one they ever seemed to want to kill was Peter, why they only kidnapped lost boys, and didn’t kill them in battle.
“How can I know you’re telling the truth?” She asked.
“There’s no way to prove my words short term. You’ll just have to trust me. Now, here’s the real question: Do you want to go home, or do you want to sail with us?”
Rose took a deep breath, “Can I think about it? Please?”
James smiled gently, “Of course, you’ve had a long day, we have a spare cabin, would you like to sleep there?”
“Yes, please, but first, can I eat?”
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#39
“Oh, yes, of course, where are my manners! I’m afraid Cook is asleep, so we can’t get you anything particularly fancy, but I’m sure I can find something, wait here. Drink this while I’m gone.”
He unhooked a canteen from his belt and handed it to her. “I want that to be gone before I come back, you haven’t had much to drink in the past two days, have you? Thought not, drink all of the water in there.” He then left the cabin.
Rose unscrewed the cap from the canteen. She sniffed the contents, smelled normal. She poured a drop onto her tongue. Heavenly! After two days without water, it felt as though she was drinking from a mountain spring, despite the water being room temperature, with a metallic taste. She drank the entire canteen in no time. She was just drinking the last few drops when the pirate captain came back with a basket full of food.
“Hey, are you feeling better? I hope so. I brought food.”
He started setting cheese, bread, apples, grapes, and some dried meat on his desk. He placed some of each on a tin plate and handed it to Rose Whitlock.
Rose ate it all, she didn’t care about the toughness of the meat, or the staleness of the bread. That’s what hunger will do to you. It will make the saddest meal in the world taste like a king’s feast.
James laughed, “Wow, you really wanted that, huh?”
Rose rolled her eyes, and wiped her lips, “Give me a break, I haven’t eaten in two days.”
“We have plenty would you like some more?” James asked, as he sat down at his desk, across from Rose.
Rose remembered her manners, “Yes, thank you.”
He filled her plate again, but instead of walking over and handing it to her, he set it on his desk.
“I don’t bite, I promise. Come sit with me, we can eat together.”
Rose scooted her seat away from the wall till it was at the desk. She then started eating more slowly. Taking her time to savor every bite, and observe her meal companion, who was filling a plate of his own. His dark hair was wavy, and a few locks had fallen out of his ponytail. He had various scars, on his face and hands. He wore a brown leather coat that was long, along with a white shirt, and black pants. He had been wearing a brown leather hat, but he had taken it off. He had multiple scars on his arms.
He noticed her staring and glanced at his arm. “Oh, Pan absolutely hates me, and wants to punish me for escaping, so every time we meet, he tries to cut off my hands. He thinks it would be a fitting punishment.”
“That’s horrible. I’m still trying to process what I saw yesterday. Until then, I thought Peter was a good person.”
“We all thought that. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” He said, furrowing his brow. “Maybe you should get some rest, are you all done eating?
Rose wiped her mouth, “Yes, thank you. But why are you being kind to me?”
He smiled, “Why wouldn’t I be, you’re just as lost and confused as I once was, I wish that I had a kind and friendly face when it happened to me.”
They walked out of the captain’s cabin, and onto the deck. A large swell rocked the boat as they walked out. Causing Rose to stumble. James caught her.
“You just can’t help falling all over me, can you?”
Rose pulled away uncomfortably.
James laughed, “Sorry, couldn’t help making a joke. But to be serious, I’ll always catch you when you fall. Since you seem to do that a lot.”
“I’m tired, where is my cabin?” She asked quickly.
James led her to a door behind the helm. “These are your quarters. Try to rest.”
“Thank you.”
He left, shutting the door.
Rose looked around the tiny room. There was barely enough room to stretch her arms across the space. There was a small bed that took half of the room. She suddenly felt so tired. It had been a very long two days. Her head pounded from the chloroform, and she needed some rest. She lay down and almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
He unhooked a canteen from his belt and handed it to her. “I want that to be gone before I come back, you haven’t had much to drink in the past two days, have you? Thought not, drink all of the water in there.” He then left the cabin.
Rose unscrewed the cap from the canteen. She sniffed the contents, smelled normal. She poured a drop onto her tongue. Heavenly! After two days without water, it felt as though she was drinking from a mountain spring, despite the water being room temperature, with a metallic taste. She drank the entire canteen in no time. She was just drinking the last few drops when the pirate captain came back with a basket full of food.
“Hey, are you feeling better? I hope so. I brought food.”
He started setting cheese, bread, apples, grapes, and some dried meat on his desk. He placed some of each on a tin plate and handed it to Rose Whitlock.
Rose ate it all, she didn’t care about the toughness of the meat, or the staleness of the bread. That’s what hunger will do to you. It will make the saddest meal in the world taste like a king’s feast.
James laughed, “Wow, you really wanted that, huh?”
Rose rolled her eyes, and wiped her lips, “Give me a break, I haven’t eaten in two days.”
“We have plenty would you like some more?” James asked, as he sat down at his desk, across from Rose.
Rose remembered her manners, “Yes, thank you.”
He filled her plate again, but instead of walking over and handing it to her, he set it on his desk.
“I don’t bite, I promise. Come sit with me, we can eat together.”
Rose scooted her seat away from the wall till it was at the desk. She then started eating more slowly. Taking her time to savor every bite, and observe her meal companion, who was filling a plate of his own. His dark hair was wavy, and a few locks had fallen out of his ponytail. He had various scars, on his face and hands. He wore a brown leather coat that was long, along with a white shirt, and black pants. He had been wearing a brown leather hat, but he had taken it off. He had multiple scars on his arms.
He noticed her staring and glanced at his arm. “Oh, Pan absolutely hates me, and wants to punish me for escaping, so every time we meet, he tries to cut off my hands. He thinks it would be a fitting punishment.”
“That’s horrible. I’m still trying to process what I saw yesterday. Until then, I thought Peter was a good person.”
“We all thought that. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” He said, furrowing his brow. “Maybe you should get some rest, are you all done eating?
Rose wiped her mouth, “Yes, thank you. But why are you being kind to me?”
He smiled, “Why wouldn’t I be, you’re just as lost and confused as I once was, I wish that I had a kind and friendly face when it happened to me.”
They walked out of the captain’s cabin, and onto the deck. A large swell rocked the boat as they walked out. Causing Rose to stumble. James caught her.
“You just can’t help falling all over me, can you?”
Rose pulled away uncomfortably.
James laughed, “Sorry, couldn’t help making a joke. But to be serious, I’ll always catch you when you fall. Since you seem to do that a lot.”
“I’m tired, where is my cabin?” She asked quickly.
James led her to a door behind the helm. “These are your quarters. Try to rest.”
“Thank you.”
He left, shutting the door.
Rose looked around the tiny room. There was barely enough room to stretch her arms across the space. There was a small bed that took half of the room. She suddenly felt so tired. It had been a very long two days. Her head pounded from the chloroform, and she needed some rest. She lay down and almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
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#40
The Next Morning
When Rose woke up the next morning there was a white short sleeved shirt, some black pants, and a belt on her bed. Wonderful! Fresh clothes, her nightgown which she had been wearing for the past year, was ripped and dirty. Although it would feel strange to wear pants.
Once she had changed, she emerged from the cabin. The deck was ablaze with activity. She made eye contact with James as he was issuing orders. He smiled at her and motioned for her to wait there. She did since she could go nowhere else.
Once he had finished giving his orders, he made his way over to her.
“I’m glad to see you awake. Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thank you.”
“I’m glad, why don’t we go up to the crow’s nest and talk.”
“Why not?”
James gestured for her to climb first. After she got about 10 feet up, he climbed after her.
“Don’t worry, I’m here if you fall!”
Rose rolled her eyes. “I won’t fall, I fall once, and you don’t let me forget it.”
James Thatcher laughed, “How could I let you forget something like that?”
Rose reached the top and climbed into the crow’s nest. She turned and helped James up.
“Alright, what did you want to say.”
“I need to know your decision. We can’t protect you against Pan unless you join our crew. So, we need you to make a decision, he isn’t stupid, he’ll find out you’re here. Are you going to go back to earth, or are you going to stay here and join our crew?”
Rose thought, she could go home. She could have her old life back. She could find Lucille and resume their friendship. She missed her parents, she missed London.
But… she thought of Chief’s face as the knife was buried in his abdomen. Could she really abandon Smiley, and the other boys to the same fate? Could she allow Peter to kidnap more innocent children? No. She couldn’t leave them.
“I’ll stay, I’ll become part of the crew. I’ll save them.”
James smiled at her, but then his smile disappeared as he looked behind her. She spun around just in time to see Pan slash a knife across her cheek. She screamed and fell out of the crow’s nest, but James caught her wrist.
She would have died right then, vulnerable, hanging from the crow’s nest, but one of the pirates pulled out a pistol and shot at Peter, so he flew away.
But not before throwing out a parting remark, “Don’t think that this is the end Rose. You will die, slowly. Trust me.”
James started pulling her back up, but he was having a difficult time.
“Rose---Rose don’t look down. Look at me. It’s okay. I’ve got you, like I said, I’ll always catch you.”
When he pulled her over the edge of the crow’s nest, he saw Rose’s pale face, and saw she was shaking, she was going into shock.
He pulled Rose into an embrace, “Hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, it’s okay.”
He held her out so he could observe the slash on her face, it was deep and needed immediate attention.
“Rose, do you think you can climb down from the crow’s nest?”
Rose couldn’t speak, but she shook her head, there was no way.
“Okay, I’m going to turn around. I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and don’t let go, okay? Do you think you can do that for me?”
Rose nodded.
When she wrapped her arms around his neck, James started to descend.
He continued to talk to her as he climbed down.
“Rose, I’m right here, okay, I won’t let you fall. Just don’t let go.”
After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the deck.
James turned and embraced the trembling girl. “Hey, you did it, it’s okay, now let’s take care of the cut on your face okay?”
Rose nodded, “Okay.” She said in a very small voice.
James led her to a stool one of the men got out and she sat down. One of the men used some rum to sanitize the area, James let her squeeze his hand while Smee sewed up the deep slash in her face.
After he was done, she stayed on the stool, taking deep breathes. Eventually, she was able to calm her breathing, and slow her racing heart. James hadn’t left her side the entire time.
When Rose woke up the next morning there was a white short sleeved shirt, some black pants, and a belt on her bed. Wonderful! Fresh clothes, her nightgown which she had been wearing for the past year, was ripped and dirty. Although it would feel strange to wear pants.
Once she had changed, she emerged from the cabin. The deck was ablaze with activity. She made eye contact with James as he was issuing orders. He smiled at her and motioned for her to wait there. She did since she could go nowhere else.
Once he had finished giving his orders, he made his way over to her.
“I’m glad to see you awake. Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thank you.”
“I’m glad, why don’t we go up to the crow’s nest and talk.”
“Why not?”
James gestured for her to climb first. After she got about 10 feet up, he climbed after her.
“Don’t worry, I’m here if you fall!”
Rose rolled her eyes. “I won’t fall, I fall once, and you don’t let me forget it.”
James Thatcher laughed, “How could I let you forget something like that?”
Rose reached the top and climbed into the crow’s nest. She turned and helped James up.
“Alright, what did you want to say.”
“I need to know your decision. We can’t protect you against Pan unless you join our crew. So, we need you to make a decision, he isn’t stupid, he’ll find out you’re here. Are you going to go back to earth, or are you going to stay here and join our crew?”
Rose thought, she could go home. She could have her old life back. She could find Lucille and resume their friendship. She missed her parents, she missed London.
But… she thought of Chief’s face as the knife was buried in his abdomen. Could she really abandon Smiley, and the other boys to the same fate? Could she allow Peter to kidnap more innocent children? No. She couldn’t leave them.
“I’ll stay, I’ll become part of the crew. I’ll save them.”
James smiled at her, but then his smile disappeared as he looked behind her. She spun around just in time to see Pan slash a knife across her cheek. She screamed and fell out of the crow’s nest, but James caught her wrist.
She would have died right then, vulnerable, hanging from the crow’s nest, but one of the pirates pulled out a pistol and shot at Peter, so he flew away.
But not before throwing out a parting remark, “Don’t think that this is the end Rose. You will die, slowly. Trust me.”
James started pulling her back up, but he was having a difficult time.
“Rose---Rose don’t look down. Look at me. It’s okay. I’ve got you, like I said, I’ll always catch you.”
When he pulled her over the edge of the crow’s nest, he saw Rose’s pale face, and saw she was shaking, she was going into shock.
He pulled Rose into an embrace, “Hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, it’s okay.”
He held her out so he could observe the slash on her face, it was deep and needed immediate attention.
“Rose, do you think you can climb down from the crow’s nest?”
Rose couldn’t speak, but she shook her head, there was no way.
“Okay, I’m going to turn around. I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and don’t let go, okay? Do you think you can do that for me?”
Rose nodded.
When she wrapped her arms around his neck, James started to descend.
He continued to talk to her as he climbed down.
“Rose, I’m right here, okay, I won’t let you fall. Just don’t let go.”
After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the deck.
James turned and embraced the trembling girl. “Hey, you did it, it’s okay, now let’s take care of the cut on your face okay?”
Rose nodded, “Okay.” She said in a very small voice.
James led her to a stool one of the men got out and she sat down. One of the men used some rum to sanitize the area, James let her squeeze his hand while Smee sewed up the deep slash in her face.
After he was done, she stayed on the stool, taking deep breathes. Eventually, she was able to calm her breathing, and slow her racing heart. James hadn’t left her side the entire time.
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