Young Storykeeper Volume III
To celebrate Cruinniú na nÓg, Great Lighthouses of Ireland and Fighting Words invited 7-12 year-olds to become Young Storykeepers. Your lighthouse-inspired stories are incredible! Fighting Words and Great Lighthouses of Ireland have devoured every single one of the 1,256 stories, poems, illustrations, song lyrics and even stop-motion animations submitted for the Young Storykeepers initiative. With so many entries, these wonderful works will be showcased in a multi-volume Young Storykeepers digital magazine over the coming months.
To celebrate Cruinniú na nÓg, Great Lighthouses of Ireland and Fighting Words invited 7-12 year-olds to become Young Storykeepers. Your lighthouse-inspired stories are incredible!
Fighting Words and Great Lighthouses of Ireland have devoured every single one of the 1,256 stories, poems, illustrations, song lyrics and even stop-motion animations submitted for the Young Storykeepers initiative.
With so many entries, these wonderful works will be showcased in a multi-volume Young Storykeepers digital magazine over the coming months.
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222 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME <strong>III</strong> AGE ELEVEN | 223<br />
PURPLE PEARLS.<br />
Hi, I’m Kat the lighthouse keeper. The funny thing<br />
is I am a cat. I wasn’t always a cat, but how this<br />
happened is unimportant - just don’t mess around<br />
with purple pearls. It’s hard work being a lighthouse<br />
keeper especially when you have paws. But right<br />
now, I can relax.<br />
“So relaxing!” I said to a seagull called Heather.<br />
“Never been this comfy before,” Heather replied.<br />
Then the doorbell rang for the first time in years.<br />
I jumped on to the handle and opened the door and I<br />
was not happy. The person on the other side was not<br />
very happy either. In fact, she was extremely angry…<br />
with me, I think!<br />
“You! You stole my magic pearl!” the woman<br />
screamed.<br />
“Is it purple?” I asked innocently.<br />
“Yes!” the woman shouted.<br />
“Well it turned me into a cat and disappeared!”<br />
I roared.<br />
“Since you stole it, I must curse you,” she said.<br />
“Um… you can’t curse someone who’s already<br />
cursed,” I pointed out.<br />
“True, true. I guess I’ll destroy the lighthouse<br />
instead and lock you up… oh and the seagull too!”<br />
she cackled.<br />
I have decided she is an enchantress. I mean,<br />
she acts like one and she uses magic. And of course<br />
she owns a purple pearl. I still have the purple pearl<br />
on my collar. I just didn’t tell her because I sensed<br />
evil coming from her. A purple pearl can do good or<br />
evil. She used hers for evil. Enough about pearls. The<br />
enchantress locked me and Heather up, in a cave<br />
under the lighthouse.<br />
“Well how will we get out of this?” Heather<br />
asked.<br />
“I don’t know,” I replied sadly. My home was<br />
about to be destroyed and I could not do anything<br />
about it.<br />
“Why don’t you try picking the lock with your<br />
claws?” Heather asked.<br />
So I tried and… it worked . We were out of there<br />
and on our way up to the lighthouse. When we got<br />
to the lighthouse the enchantress had begun casting<br />
a spell.<br />
“Heather, distract her!” I shouted.<br />
Heather nodded and called her family over. I<br />
ran to the enchantress’ spell book and tore out the<br />
page and prepared to fight. The enchantress whipped<br />
around to face me and lashed out with her sharp<br />
nails. I dodged. I attacked her and she attacked me.<br />
Suddenly the purple pearl began to glow. It was a nice<br />
soft purple glow. I had an urge to throw the pearl at<br />
the enchantress and tell her that I hated purple pearls.<br />
So I did.<br />
“I HATE PURPLE PEARLS!” I shouted with all<br />
my might.<br />
The enchantress was sucked into the pearl faster<br />
than you can say “purple pearls.” Heather came over<br />
to make sure I was okay.<br />
“We did it!” I yelled in triumph.<br />
“Let’s have a party to celebrate!” Heather<br />
squawked.<br />
We partied the night away. The lighthouse’s light<br />
was flashing like a disco ball and Heather’s entire<br />
family was there.<br />
Afterwards I went and locked the pearl away.<br />
That’s why you don’t mess with purple pearls.<br />
Zoe Corcoran<br />
Co Dublin<br />
THE LIGHTHOUSE MAN<br />
The lighthouse was creepy. End of story. Creepy. Just<br />
creepy. The only part of it that wasn’t a total mess was<br />
the light. Everywhere else was a gardener’s worst<br />
nightmare. Ivy had crept up the sides and the red and<br />
white stripes were now hardly visible underneath all<br />
that moss. It was like a dead zone. Within five feet<br />
of the lighthouse, there were weeds and dandelions<br />
coming through the cracks in the charred concrete<br />
pathway. Basically, the lighthouse was a wreck. It<br />
would be a miracle if anyone were able to live in it for<br />
a day, let alone years.<br />
The thing is, somebody did live in it. His name<br />
was Brock. He looked a bit like Hagrid from the<br />
Harry Potter movies to be honest. He was a goliath<br />
compared to the rest of the village. Brock towered<br />
over everybody and he was intimidating. Really<br />
intimidating. His face was rough and rugged. He<br />
had a black eye patch and he hated strangers. His<br />
other eye was an electric blue. He walked with a limp<br />
and no one knew why. He wore brown shirts and<br />
trousers. His hair was a bird’s nest, and again, he<br />
hated strangers.<br />
Everyone loved to make up stories about why<br />
Brock was the way he was, but no one actually knew.<br />
Once, the village journalist who writes for the Weekly<br />
News, knocked on his door. He opened it and then<br />
she started questioning him. Did I forget to mention<br />
he had a dog? A huge, great, black, creepy dog. If I<br />
had to choose which was creepier, Brock, or his dog,<br />
I’d have my work cut out.<br />
Some say he lost all his family at sea, others say<br />
his family disowned him. While some other people<br />
think that his whole family is just dead. When Brock<br />
goes to the village to buy some bread from the bakers,<br />
or some meat from the butchers, the whole place<br />
just goes silent. You could hear a pin prick if you had<br />
wanted to while he was there.<br />
No-one knows who he is, if he’s even human,<br />
and no one ever will know.<br />
Ana Marie Kehoe<br />
Co Antrim<br />
THE LIGHTHOUSE’S SECRET<br />
The Cullen family was on a two-week holiday on Crab<br />
Island, named after the many crabs that occupied<br />
the coastline. Mum, Dad, Daniel and Tom had visited<br />
everything on the island - the beach, the forest, the<br />
lighthouse tour, the local sweet shop and more.<br />
Tonight, Tom couldn’t sleep. He shared a bedroom<br />
with Daniel, who had fallen asleep immediately. So<br />
Tom went to the window, opened the curtains and<br />
stared out at the dark sea. The beautiful lighthouse<br />
was shining its powerful beam. Then something<br />
caught his eye. A movement in the water. Was it a seal<br />
or a fish, or something more sinister? Tom waited for<br />
the lighthouse light to go over the area, but it didn’t! It<br />
seemed to go out then come back on after it passed.<br />
“That’s strange,” said Tom to himself. “It must be<br />
broken.” He went over and shook Daniel. “Wake up!<br />
I need you to come. I think the lighthouse is broken!”<br />
Daniel sat up. “Broken? Come on then, there are<br />
lives at risk!”<br />
They got dressed, crept passed Mum and Dad’s<br />
room, and cycled up the path to the lighthouse on<br />
their bikes. When they got there, they found the door<br />
unlocked.<br />
“Weird,” said Daniel. “The tour guide said that<br />
they always lock the door.”<br />
“It’s a lot creepier in the dark, isn’t it?” said Tom<br />
as they went in.<br />
Daniel nodded. Tom hit the light switch and<br />
they were soon climbing the winding staircase up to<br />
the gallery. When they opened the trapdoor beneath<br />
the gallery, they were momentarily blinded by the<br />
light, but shielding their eyes, they saw the problem<br />
straight away. Someone had put a massive blackout<br />
blind over part of the lantern pane. They removed it<br />
and before long were back outside with their bikes.<br />
“I wonder who put it there?” said Daniel<br />
thoughtfully.<br />
“Uhhh, Daniel?” said Tom.<br />
“Yeah?”<br />
“Is that boat coming ashore?”<br />
“Yes!” exclaimed Daniel. “Quick, hide! We<br />
shouldn’t be here.” Grabbing their bikes, the boys hid<br />
behind some rocks.<br />
They heard voices. “Come on, get the treasure<br />
in the storage room and I’ll see why the blackout blind<br />
has been removed.”<br />
Treasure! They must be thieves and they put the<br />
blackout blind up!<br />
“Come on, we’ve got to tell Mum and Dad,”<br />
whispered Tom.<br />
They jumped on their bikes and sped home. A<br />
police car was sitting outside and in the living room<br />
their parents were talking to two police officers.<br />
“Daniel! Tom! Where were you? We’ve been so<br />
worried!” they cried.<br />
“Never mind that now, there are thieves at the<br />
lighthouse!”<br />
Soon they were outside the lighthouse in the<br />
police car. The officers went in and reappeared<br />
dragging four men – three of them were in wetsuits<br />
– by handcuffs.<br />
It turned out the men had been using the<br />
lighthouse as a hideout and had hidden in an unused<br />
storage room when there were tours. The blackout<br />
blind had stopped the light shining on their boat.<br />
The boys had caught them in the middle of<br />
stealing from an old and valuable wreck!<br />
Andrew Johnston<br />
Co Antrim