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Picture it & Write: Neverland

“Peter!” she shrieks. “Sharing his name doesn’t make you Peter Pan! You can’t fly you asshole!”

He leaps into the air anyway, pushing off the edge of the roof they were lounging on. With shaking hands and unsteady legs Wynona scrabbles for her phone and trips over their messy pile of beer bottles.

She’s too scared to look over the edge and see her friend’s body splattered on the ground where she imagines his blood, guts, and brain matter is out for everyone to see. Her vision clouds and the numbers on her phone blurs. She never presses the dial button though. A familiar loud laugh stops her.

“Wynnie, I’m fine.” Peter’s ghost says. The asshole is already haunting her. He’s still grinning, his dead eyes are still somehow full of life and sparkling with mischief.

She stares at him wondering if the shock of his death sent her over the edge as well. It must have because she’s officially crazy. There’s a thud; her knees give way and she’s shaking.


Peter is lounging on a cloud. A cloud. Laughing like he hasn’t any care in the world.

He stretches his arm out, hand palm up and open in offering. “Let’s go.”


The cloud floats closer and Peter leans down to reach her.

“To Neverland, Wynnie.”

She’s dreaming. She knows it. At least, she thinks she does…

Wynona reaches for his hand anyway.

“To Neverland.”

This is my entry to this week’s Picture it & Write from Ermiliablog~! Been while since I’ve done one but I’m glad to be back. :)

Until next time


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Picture it & Write: Living

My entry to this week’s Picture it & Write prompt from Ermiliablog. 🙂

Invaders by *syda-ginger (deviantArt)


Tensions were high, heavy, and suffocating. Smothering her like an overbearing mother and filling the already overflowing car with pressure. Opening the car window, she leaned out in search for relief and felt the strain ease just little by little. She sighed, resting an arm over the edge of the window frame to cradle her head, the other came out to hang over the edge and play arm wrestling with the wind.

The evening was cool and quiet, the road empty except for the two of them, headed to somewhere and nowhere at the same time. Self-discovery maybe, to learn about themselves and each other, to find out where life would take them and if they would continue down that path together. She hoped so. She wanted to continue down this road with him, arguments and all.

Coming up to her right, she could see a clearing; A seemingly never ending field of wide open space and the perfect view of beauty. “Stop!” she said breaking the silence between them for the first time in hours. “Turn there!” She pointed to the clearing.

Her companion looked at her and sighed, probably deciding it was better to just go along with her plans than cause more tension. The sound of crackling gravel beneath their tires filled the air as they left the smooth road. That gave way to the soft whispers of the dancing grass before they came to a stop.

She rushed out of the car with a small gleeful laugh of excitement. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, the kind of air that was hard to find in the city, she smiled. She turned squinting to try and see through the bright headlights of the car. She stared at him and knew that he was staring back.

“Will you come out here?” she asked. “Please?”

There was a beat of silence and she was worried. Worried this was the end of them. But then, the engine cut and the driver’s door opened. He stepped out, a blanket in his hand, and shut the door behind him.

“Not worried about catching a cold?” he asked, a slight up-tilt to his lips.

That’s when she knew they were going to be okay. “Nope. I have you.”

Taking the blanket and spreading it out for them, she laid under the night sky and after a moment he joined her. They laid there watching the stars zip passed and twinkle, watching the fireflies float by blinking a song in their own morse code, and listening to the whispers of the wind and the crickets chatting away.

“I’m sorry. For earlier,” she said in a whisper. She turned to look at him and found him already looking at her.

He smiled and she smiled back. “I’m sorry too,” he said.

She shuffled closer placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips before resting her head on his shoulder. He took her hand, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze, then brought it up to his lips and placed a kiss along her knuckles.

“What are we doing here?” he asked.

“Living,” she replied.

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Until tomorrow~!


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Picture it & Write: Keys

I should have probably mentioned this in my first post but I’m going to attempt writing one post every day on this blog. I never know what I’ll write about when I open up a blank document and even as I’m typing away right now, I’m still not sure what I want to write… For moments like these I’ll most likely pull up a prompt and see where that takes me!

I found this prompt called Picture It & Write from Ermiliablog and I think this will do just fine!

The room was cold and dark save for the golden flicker of light from the single candle resting on an old wooden table. On that table, piled haphazardly, were keys of every shape and size each engraved with different words. Every step he took towards the keys made his heart beat harder. Anticipation. Fear. Excitement. He placed his hands either side of the table and stared at the keys. What was next?

A whisper broke through the silence that enveloped the room and danced towards his ears. “You wanted to play god and now you can.”

His grip on the table tightened. “You can only choose one key. What do you want? For her to love you? Dream about you? Give you her heart? Her life?”

He lifted his hand ready to choose but it hovered over the pile suddenly hesitant.

“What? What do you want?” The whisper repeated over and over and over again.

Shaking his head in frustration, dark eyes filling with determination, his hand reached out and took a key.

“Good choice.”

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