Peter Pan - original (date unknown; just a beginning)
It was just a night, like any other that had happened, and like the nights would continue to be. It was non-descript night, nothing important was expected to happen. Thousands of people would die, thousands more would be born. Somewhere, someone was probably celebrating a night they'd never forget, weddings would be celebrated, dances danced, food eaten, and on the other side of the world, where the sun was actually up, something important was probably happening.
But for the people on the dismal little street that was Shadow Lane, nothing important would be occuring. Or so the people assumed, looking at the moon, with it's shining light dimmed by the smog and clouds that hung low over the entire city. It was just a night.
Wendy Holmes, looking out at the street from her upstairs room, decided that, all in all, her new home was a reltively safe and quiet one, and there wasn't much that would disturb the dark street. She had been worried when her family first moved into number 5 Shadow Lane, for the entire street was filled with unkempt houses, yards filled with weeds and beer bottles, not to mention what the houses themselves looked like. The street itself was no better- broken sidewalks, potholes in the road, weeds, papers, bags, dirt... it wasn't a place that looked like home. Yet, in the two weeks Wendy and her family had lived at number 5 Shadow Lane, nothing bad had happened.
But for the people on the dismal little street that was Shadow Lane, nothing important would be occuring. Or so the people assumed, looking at the moon, with it's shining light dimmed by the smog and clouds that hung low over the entire city. It was just a night.
Wendy Holmes, looking out at the street from her upstairs room, decided that, all in all, her new home was a reltively safe and quiet one, and there wasn't much that would disturb the dark street. She had been worried when her family first moved into number 5 Shadow Lane, for the entire street was filled with unkempt houses, yards filled with weeds and beer bottles, not to mention what the houses themselves looked like. The street itself was no better- broken sidewalks, potholes in the road, weeds, papers, bags, dirt... it wasn't a place that looked like home. Yet, in the two weeks Wendy and her family had lived at number 5 Shadow Lane, nothing bad had happened.