Young Storykeeper Volume III

274 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE TWELVE | 275
Fraser Urquhart
Co Mayo
THE BRAVE RESCUE
On some rugged cliffs at the end of the
world stands a lighthouse. It shines its light
far and wide, making sure ships don’t crash
in the rocks below...
One day a fisherman went out to sea.
“It looks like a storm is coming,” said his wife.
“Don’t worry,” said the fisherman, I will
be back before the storm comes.”
But the fisherman wasn’t back when the
dark storm clouds rolled over the fisherman’s
little cottage. The wind howled and rattled at
the cottage windows. The fisherman’s wife
started to worry.
“I know he is in trouble,” she told her
cat.
Meanwhile, at the lighthouse, the
lighthouse keeper switched the lighthouse
light on to warn the vessels near the coast
about the rocky cliffs. He then took his
telescope and searched the coast. The sea
was stormy. He could see some ships sailing
on the horizon. Just as he gave another
glance, he saw something in the water. At
first, he thought it was a dolphin splashing,
but as he looked again, it looked more like
a person!
“I must rescue him!” the lighthouse
keeper said.
Lightning flashed and the wind howled
as the lighthouse keeper pushed his boat
to sea. The waves were strong as he
rowed. He wanted to turn back, but he kept
going. After battling the waters for a time,
he suddenly caught sight of the person in
the water. It was the local fisherman, who
had got his legs caught in a lobster net and
was bobbing up and down holding on to a
log! The lighthouse keeper threw a life ring
to him and pulled him into the boat. The
fisherman was shivering, so the lighthouse
keeper covered him with a blanket. But, the
rescue was not over yet, as they still had to
get back to shore.
Thunder cracked, rain poured and the
waves were big. The lighthouse keeper felt
tired as he tried rowing through the rough
waters. His fingers were cold and he could
hardly move his arms. Then a big wave
splashed and the boat almost tipped over!
The lighthouse keeper could see the flashing
light of his lighthouse shining brightly over
the sea. It gave him hope and he carried
on rowing through the rough storm. The
fog was thick and he battled to follow the
light. Luckily he managed to make it safely
to shore!
The lighthouse keeper pulled his
boat out of the water and then carried the
fisherman back to the fisherman’s little
cottage. The fisherman’s wife was so happy
to see her husband safely home as she was
so worried about him. She thanked the
lighthouse keeper for saving him!
The next day lots of newspaper reporters
arrived at the lighthouse and they all wanted
to do a story on the lighthouse keeper that
saved a man at sea. The lighthouse keeper
whispered a soft “thank you” to the little
lighthouse that stood proudly because it was
the real hero!
LUNCH AT THE LIGHTHOUSE
“Another mysterious disappearance in
Rockshire Lighthouse. Martha Sweeney was
last seen walking into the lighthouse where
dozens of people have already disappeared,”
the news reporter announced.
My name is Josie Wells and I have
a brother named Darren. We live with our
parents. We wanted to go on a picnic the
next day to Rockshire Island. My mam was
reluctant to let us go after the disappearances
but with some persuading she gave in.
The next day, me, Darren and our
trusty guard dog, Chip, sailed to the island.
We ate a delicious picnic and drank a
bottle of lemonade. Then, I gazed up at the
intimidating grey lighthouse. I had started
walking towards it when Darren called,
“Josie, you promised Mam you wouldn’t go
in there.” I shrugged and stepped inside the
decrepit interior of the lighthouse.
I lit a candle and went into the kitchen.
There was a grey machine filled with swirling
electricity. I saw a disgusting creature with
slimy twisting tentacles and one red bulging
eye. Despite my fear I knew I had to solve
this mystery. I tiptoed up the creaking stairs.
At the top of the stairs, I waited
impatiently for Darren and Chip. I led us
into a vast library with cases of dusty old
books and cobwebs littering the room. Chip
suddenly dashed over to a bookcase and
started to bark and rub a paw against a book
frantically. I picked up the book. The brown
plastered wall vanished and instead there
was a long winding passageway.
A secret passageway! “Well done,
Chip!” I praised.
I led the way through the long winding
twists and turns until we arrived beside a
crumbling brown door. I opened the door
and inside I saw a huge silver cage filled with
a dozen gagged and bound humans! Then
I noticed the red-haired woman from the
news. We had found the missing people!
Quick as a flash Darren and I unbound
the people. “Thanks,” the red headed
woman gasped. “The aliens trapped us
here. They have a teleportation machine and
are planning on teleporting millions of aliens
over here and taking over the world. You
need to stop them.”
I knew I had to break the teleportation
machine to stop all the aliens coming. “Take
these people and bring them to the boat. I’ll
be there soon,” I ordered Darren. I sprinted
down the creaking steps and into the
kitchen. I saw the teleporta-tion machine
and I thought of an ingenious idea. What
always breaks electric items? Water!
I grabbed our empty lemonade container
and filled it with water and dumped it on the
teleportation machine. The machine fizzled
and crackled and then it exploded in a broken
mess of electricity and metal. No time to
celebrate because I could soon see the alien
shouting something angrily. I dashed out to
the boat and immediately Darren started
steering us away from Rockshire Island.
Well, that was an interesting lunch!
Katie O’Connor
Co Kildare
LIGHTHOUSES
Lighthouses are tall and some are small,
Their powerful light brightens the night,
There on a cliff away from the rift,
Oh how boring it was up there all alone.
There was only a mouse who made a squeak,
And he was that old he could speak,
It was one day when he went away,
But only to the bay.
It was one day when I went home,
And it was Christmas oh my phone,
How lovely it was to get away,
From the lighthouse and the mouse at the bay.
Nathan Sheridan
Co Cavan