The green, youthful figure flew up to the child's bedroom and perched on the sill. 'Peter Pan!' the child occupying the room shrieked in delight. But slowly the look of delight morphed into terror. Peter Pan held a sharp knife, and on his face was a wicked smile. He thrust the knife forward. The boy gave a final scream of terror. Peter flew off with his cursed knife. The knife that stole the youth of those it murdered. But how else was he to stay young?
by Zaynab Cheema (14)
King Edward VI Handsworth School, Birmingham
Competition - Grim Tales
Copyright remains with the author.