Young Storykeeper Volume III

96 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE NINE | 97
THE LIGHTHOUSE
THE MAGICAL LIGHTHOUSE
THE LIGHTHOUSE
THE ADVENTURE
The waves washed up on the grubby walls of
the old lighthouse.
Inside, the sailor sat on his rodent-chewed
chair as he drank a bottle of beer. The sailor
was drunk, he always was. He looked out of the
broken window and laughed. Then he got off
his chair and squished his chubby belly through
the door. He walked down the lighthouse steps.
The sailor went into the kitchen and
dropped his bottle in the sink. He sat back down
on his rodent-chewed chair. Suddenly the chair
tipped back and the sailor whacked his bum off
the cold stone floor.
The sailor sighed and got up. “It’s all right,
Mr and Mrs Bum Bum. I will take better care of
you in the future,” said the sailor as he rubbed
his bum.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Argh, probably
the Girl Scouts selling biscuits. Oh well. I’ll have
‘em all,” chuckled the sailor. He trudged down
another flight of stairs. He opened the door to
find a small girl and a huge white wolf.
“Who are you?”
“I am your niece,” said the little girl.
“What’s your name?” he said.
“My name is Lily.”
“Oh yeah, you are my niece,” said the
sailor. “Come in then.”
“Come on, Snowy,” Lily whistled the wolf
as they bounded upstairs.
“Where is my room?” Lily asked.
“In here,” her Uncle said.
“COOL,” Lily said jumping on the camp
bed and waving the sheets around.
“Aw man,” said the sailor. “Kids!”
Fia O’Brien
Co Dublin
Hi, My name is Olivia and boy, do I have a
story to tell you.
The other night I went to bed and
woke up in a strange place. I was petrified.
Everywhere I looked there was sand and
sea, but it was not like any beach I had seen
before.
The sand was soft and the sea was
bright blue. To be honest, I don’t know why
I was so scared, it was quite beautiful. As
I looked around I saw a big lighthouse. I’d
never seen anything like it before.
I went inside to explore. I walked in the
door and everything was so neat and tidy. I
walked up the stairs, a little bit scared and
excited. There was so many colours and
shapes, it was so beautiful. When I got to
the top of the stairs I could see the flashing
light of the lighthouse.
I looked out the window and I saw
amazing views across the water. I walked on
another bit and I came to a small opening,
where I could hear the waves from the
water and children playing in the sand in the
distance. I could hear the dolphins squeaking
and splashing while swimming. I looked over
and saw this beautiful mermaid - her tail
was amazing. She had long blond hair and
beautiful skin. She was so pretty. I couldn’t
believe my eyes.
I woke up and it was all a dream, a
lovely dream.
Lauren Dorey
Co Sligo
Once upon a time, there lived an old
man named Larry but he was called The
Lighthouse Man by his friends.
His son James hadn’t seen Larry in eight
months and although he had been writing to
him, it just wasn’t the same. James was so
desperate to see his dad that he decided to
buy a small rowing boat and get to him that
way. James had to drive three hours to get
to the coast, take the boat off the car’s roof,
put it in the water and hop in.
Because of his lack of experience,
James forgot to check the forecast. When
he was halfway there, he accidentally let go
of one of his oars and started to panic. Then
a gust of wind blew his boat towards a rock.
Thankfully, James saw a small fishing boat
with a very kind man in it.
The boat had an engine and was
named Betsy Bell. It was a lovely little boat.
The captain, Andy, saw James and helped
him in. When James told him about what
had happened, Andy said that knew Larry
very well and told him he’d make sure he got
to him safe and sound.
When they arrived, James thanked
Andy. When Larry saw James, he gave
him a great big hug. Then they had dinner
together in James’s house. One week later,
Larry took early retirement and he moved in
with James. They all lived happily ever after.
James was sure to learn all about boats
and safety after that!
Shane Murphy
Co Cork
We were playing on an enormous beach on
a beautiful sunny afternoon. Soon, it was
evening and we were getting ready to leave.
When we were on our way back to the car,
we met Uncle Dylan.
He asked us if we would like to come
on his boat before we left. We replied “Yes!”
So we got on to his big, yellow boat and put
our life jackets on.
Then we set off on the big, blue sea.
We saw pretty birds soaring through the sky.
Fifteen minutes later we saw the sky getting
darker, darker and DARKER…soon the
waves were getting bigger and BIGGER!!
After a couple of minutes Uncle Dylan
couldn’t steer the boat and the waves were
rough and it was so dark. Then, we saw a
light and thought it might be coming from
shore, so we sailed towards it.
As we got closer and closer, we
could see it more clearly and it was a
LIGHTHOUSE. The lighthouse helped
guide us safely back to shore by showing us
the danger like big, giant, grey rocks coming
out of the sea. I could not believe it.
When we got to shore, Uncle Dylan
told us some facts about lighthouses. He
said, “The first lighthouse in North America
was built in 1716 in Boston Harbour and a
lighthouse on the cliff warns ships to keep
their distance.”
We said, “Thanks for the adventure!”
and got in our car and headed home.
Autumn Carruthers
Co Antrim