Young Storykeeper Volume III

282 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE TWELVE | 283
THE MYSTERIOUS LIGHT
That morning I was woken up by a light.
It was shining right in my eyes and was
coming from the window. I got up and went
to see where the light was coming from, but
as soon as I got there, the light turned off. I
went back to bed, wondering where the light
had came from. As soon as I got back in the
blankets the light turned on again. I stood up
again and as I went to the window the light
turned off.
Later on in the day, as I was going
fishing with my grandad, I saw the same
light, It was coming from the old lighthouse.
I was really surprised because it hadn’t been
used in years. I told my grandad about it but
as he turned around it turned off. I asked
my grandad if we could go fishing there and
he agreed because he said that not many
people go there so there might have been
more fish.
Once there, I went in the lighthouse
and at first all I saw was broken pieces of
wood and insects. I knew that there was
something in there, so I kept looking. I
found some stairs that went to the top of the
lighthouse and I looked up and I saw a light.
I was getting excited. I went up the stairs. I
saw spiders and worms and to be honest it
was kind of disgusting.
When I got up there I wasn’t sure of
what I saw at first but then I think I saw a
portal, like those you read about in fantasy
books. It was swirly and uneven.
I reached my hand to touch it. My hand
was shaking because I was a bit scared. As
soon as I touched it, I didn’t feel my body
anymore. It was a weird feeling, like if I was
floating in the air but I was really heavy at the
same time.
Before I knew it my feet were safely
back on the ground. I landed in the same
spot as before (well, I thought I did) until I
got out of the lighthouse. It was like I was
back in time. I saw kids playing and I think I
saw my grandad as a kid.
I was about to go up to him to say hi but
after a few steps I fell backwards. It was like
I bumped into an invisible wall. I thought it
was just my imagination so I stood up again
and tried again but as I was about to fall
down I felt someone catching me. I turned
around and it was like a person just invisible
but I could still see the shadow of it from the
sun.
It said, “Go back to your time, for this is
all just a…..”
And as he said that, I woke up in my
bed. I got it. For it had all been just a dream!
Tina Capurro
Co Dublin
GERRY’S ADVENTURE IN THE
IRISH SEA
My granddad Gerry was a Garda. After a
long day at work, he would go to the sea, lie
on his back and just drift.
One day he went for a swim and he
didn’t come back for a long time. My
grandmother was quite worried but she
didn’t want to worry the kids.
The next day he came back and
everyone wondered, “What happened last
night?”
So he told the story: “I went for a swim
after work, smoked my pipe and when I was
done I laid it on my chest. I was so relaxed in
the water that I fell asleep. When I woke up
there was no land to be seen but I didn’t panic
and then I turned onto my back and drifted
off. When I turned around, after about an
hour, I could see a light. It was a lighthouse
so I tried swimming in that direction but the
tide was too strong and I was pulled out to
sea.
I thought, I know the Dublin area
pretty well so even if I end up somewhere I
will know where to go as long as I can see
Rockabill Lighthouse.
When I got tired, I hung onto a buoy in
the water. It was quite cold but as a Garda
I didn’t really mind. As I drifted more and
more out to sea, I had a lot of time to think
about everything in my life and everything
I’m grateful for like my kids, my wife and my
mam and dad. You really need to look back
at these things that you should be grateful
for.
Anyway, I drifted for a very long time.
It was actually daylight when I woke up.
Then I realised that I was in Wales, because
a large ferry went by me so I knew I was
near Holyhead. I thought I wasn’t in Ireland
anymore. Suddenly I could see a patrol boat
and it was the Irish Coast Guard. I waved
and shouted for as long as I could, splashed
the water and I even tried swimming towards
him but nothing worked until I remembered
that my pipe was on my chest so I put my
pipe in my mouth, and blew as hard as I
could and blew out large smoke signals.
The Irish Coast Guard saw the smoke
and went to investigate and there I was in
the middle of the Irish Sea. He pulled me on
board and asked me where I came from so I
told him Dublin, Ireland.
He said that I was a long way away from
home and yes, I definitely was, no doubt
about that. He brought me back and now
I’m here telling you what happened to me.”
So, yeah that’s what happened and
I have one piece of advice…DON’T FALL
ASLEEP IN THE IRISH SEA!
Lily Murphy
Co Dublin
THE LOST LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER
Once upon a time, there was an old man
who lived on the island of Gano’low, famous
for being in the middle of the ocean.
The old man’s name was Derrick.
Derrick was a messy, long-bearded old man.
He used to be the captain of a mysterious
ship. On the 16th of July, one warm summer
evening, Derrick and his crew set sail to find
an undiscovered island. Later that night,
the crew heard a strange, loud noise. They
looked up and saw roaring waves heading
towards them. The men were frightened
and did not know what to do. How would
they survive? The waves bashed against the
ship, tumbling it over. The only survivor was
Derrick, lying on a piece of debris.
The next morning, Derrick found
himself close to an abandoned island.
Swaying in the calm seas, he spotted an old
lighthouse in the middle of the tiny island.
There were a lot of fruit trees: coconut,
orange, peach, and pear. There was also a
magnificent coastline. Derrick was starving.
He suddenly leaped up and swam as fast
as he could to the trees. He got an orange,
peeled it, and started savaging it, like he
had not eaten in years. He then climbed up
into the lighthouse and saw the light and he
moved it around in hope of finding someone
to save him. Unfortunately, he did not find
anything but the ocean.
Years passed, Derrick grew a mighty
long beard and the lighthouse was fixed,
using all he had on the island. He turned out
to love Gano’low and never left.
One day, a young man came in a small
boat. He said he was lost and asked if he
could stay with Derrick on the island. The
man’s name was Benny. They both worked
together on the island and became best
friends.
Benny and Derrick built a shack out
of wood and called it Benny’s Hideout.
Benny’s Hideout was for his art studio.
Benny travelled with a lot of paints, because
he was an artist and he was looking for
beautiful scenery to paint.
After a while, Derrick got very sick and
sadly passed away. Benny still looked after
the island and never left.
Charlotte Cullen
Co Dublin