Team 3 Writing

The Lighthouse Keeper

By Lewis Strange Y6

One calm night in the village of Destiny a miracle happened...

The dark clouds whooshed in the sky as the crashing waves bashed against the sharp pointy rocks . High above on a steep cliff stood a big bright lighthouse.

Down below in the valley stood brick houses in rows of five like flowers as the light posts stood like statues. In the middle of nowhere, bone breaking, strong houses stood bright like a parade.

Drinking and dancing the people celebrated new years eve on a stunning sunday evening .

High above on the steep cliff in the lighthouse, there was an old wrinkly man who was working. All he could hear in his ears was the sound of celebrating. He slammed the window shut with anger.

Loud like a gunshot, the old rusty generator made a big crashing sound, popping the window open like a packet of chips. The only bit of light left blew out like a gust of wind. He ran up the stairs and tripped.

Worried and frightened he looked at the generator and saw the cogs weren't spinning. "oh no, they're broken" he said to himself. He grabbed his old wooden tool box, opened the door and looked inside. All he could hear was silence. Suddenly he hears the sound of the ship on the horizon.

He grabs the light bulb with all his might and took 2 steps back and tripped. As the light bulb shattered into pieces, he heard the sound of the foghorn once again. Frightened and anxious,  he had an idea and ran down the stairs and opened the door.

Shocked and surprised, he sees the glow of 680 lanterns coming over the hill. Filling up the lighthouse and hillside with light. The day had been saved by the town of Destiny. Miraculous!

The Lighthouse Keeper

By Vanya Reddy Y5

Long ago, there was a small village called Rocky point. Behind the village was a rusty old lighthouse standing on a huge cliff. Strong waves were crashing on the tall towers of stone. The smoky mist was covering the white moon. Sharp rocks were falling off of the cliff, splashing into the ocean below. Behind the lighthouse, scattered lights as far as the eye could see.

Cheering and dancing, the people of the village were partying. Upon the hill the lighthouse keeper was working. He had no choice, he was the only one working.

Frustrated and left out the lighthouse keeper slammed the window as the village partied. Suddenly, the clock struck midnight and there was a loud crash. The lighthouse keeper was worried that the lighthouse was not working. Villagers stopped partying, wind gushed through the window blowing the candle out. While rushing, the lighthouse keeper tripped as he ran up the stairs. He was as fast as a sprinter.

Anxious, the lighthouse keeper looked at the generator. Its broken, rusty cogs were not spinning or even creaking. There was just ~silence~.

As fast as a cheetah he grabs his toolbox and zooms to the light bulb…. Once he reached the light bulb he opened the outer door to check what had happened. Suddenly he heard the loud fog horn of a ship heading towards him……

Straining and struggling, the lighthouse keeper was lifting the big light bulb. After taking two small steps backwards he lost his balance and he fell over his tool box shattering the bulb. Then he heard the fog horn again but closer! He was frightened, his mind was all *what am I going to do?!* Scared and worried he sprinted down the stairs skipping 2 steps at a time. Once he reached the front door he swung it open.

As the man swung open the door he saw a glow of lights slowly coming up the hill. Shocked and Surprised the man was happy to see the villagers. Tearing up and smiling, the man was pleased that the villagers lit up the lighthouse. One last fog horn sounded as the ship noticed the lights and curved away from the cliff and slowly went away to safety.