Young Storykeeper Volume III

196 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE ELEVEN | 197
THE LIVING LIGHTHOUSE
Rain poured down on the lighthouse keeper. He took a smoke of his burnt cigar.
Lightning crackled nearby.
The man went down the stairs and out into the storm. He was waiting for
his son to come back from looking for the great underwater snake. He waited at
the dock.
The man thought he heard a noise from the lighthouse. He grew tired of
waiting for his son and decided to go into the water to find him himself. The man
jumped headfirst into the water. He felt the cold rush of water go through him.
The man dove further. A figure and a boat lay at the bottom of the water. It was
his son.
Lumberjack swiped at a wolf. It jumped onto him. Lumberjack threw the wolf
onto the ground. It disappeared. Soon enough it swiped at him. The wolf snarled,
showing its razor-like teeth. Lumberjack grabbed his shotgun and pointed it at the
creature. He fired sixteen bullets. The wolf cut it in half. Lumberjack stabbed at it
with his massive axe. It fell onto the floor. Lumberjack wiped the blood of his shirt.
“Well, at least that one’s dead. Can barely feel my legs.”
In case you don’t know Jack Lumberjack, here’s a brief retelling. Not much
is really known about Jack Lumberjack. He was working for the army when he
got caught in an explosion. Jack survived. He crawled around looking for his
fellow soldiers. He decided to distance himself from people and live as a hermit.
Everything was going well from him until these creatures started appearing around
the forest.
Jack went home after a night of slaying. He pushed open the door. It fell
down with a bang. He looked around. All his stuff was gone. Jack lifted up the
door.
“Darn eviction notice,” he said.
Jack decided to clear his thoughts and go out for a ride on his new boat. He
loaded up some food and his weapons. Jack started paddling. A wave pushed
the boat over. He tried to hold it still. Jack paddled faster and faster until he got
away from the waves.
A day later, he received a letter in the mail. Jack pulled it out. “Henry wants
another favour,” he said. “This better be important.”
Jack knocked on the door to the lighthouse. Henry opened it and dragged
him to the water.
“What’s up?” Lumberjack asked.
Henry pulled out the skeleton of his son. “That’s my son!” he screamed.
“How am I going to live?”
They went inside and Jack poured him some coffee. Henry sipped it
nervously. The whole room began to shake. “It’s going crazy,” he said.
The whole place was destroyed. Jack lifted a massive piece of rubble of
them. He pushed Henry out of the lighthouse. He cut a piece of wood and threw
it up the stairs. Jack ran out. The lighthouse crumbled into pieces.
A construction worker went over to the site. She found nothing there.
Adam Doyle
Co Dublin