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Hello everyone! This is the group's very first writing competition! All entries must be submitted by Friday and the winner(s) will be announced next Saturday! You can either write a short story or poem including a lighthouse! Each entry must have a name and the story/poem (obviously). HAVE FUN!!!

I slowly crept up the stairs, no amount of gaming could help me with this. I looked out for the killer, and felt my heart beat faster as I took another step up. I knew something was going to pop up any second. I looked at the lighthouse walls, two words written in blood. Go Away! I took another step up and something moved. I whipped around, trying to find the source of the movement. I felt a sharp pain in my head and turn around. The zombie lunged at my neck and took a big bite.I cussed, getting up. "GOD GAMMIT! STUPID ZOMBIE!" I yelled. "I will get you next time," I said, glaring at my computer. I got up and walked out, my eyes never leaving it's shiny surface.

Is there a word limit?

Moray & the Lighthouse

Moray knew that he shouldn’t be surfacing. The Surface was where the humans were and humans liked to kill merpeople for sport. He had been warned time and time again about the dangers of the land dwellers.

But Moray wasn’t a guppy any more. He was eight years old now, practically a fully grown merman. He knew what he was doing. Besides, all he wanted to do was see the Light. It came on every night and swung back and forth near the shore and it was enough to keep the human’s boats away.
That confused Moray.

Human ships were practically invincible; he had seen them kill even whales. Why would they be scared of a mere light? The little guppy had every intention of finding the answer.

His head poked up between the waves, just yards away from the lighthouse. It was the strangest thing the merboy had ever seen before. It was a tall, conical structure with bright red stripes wrapping around it. It perched at the mouth of the stony bay. Almost like an…

Anglerfish!

Moray’s young imagination began to draw connections between what his eyes were seeing. The light was the bulb and the bay was the creature’s jaws. It was a trap. The humans had been smart enough to steer clear of the cunning predator.

Terror overwhelmed the child’s mind and he dove beneath the waves, his fin propelling him home as fast as it could. But as soon as he was safe from the terrors of the light, he had every intention of telling his guppy friends tall tales of his adventures on the surface.

In a world, where technology was gone, and there was no electricity for anyone, there was a girl. Her name was Rose. Why is this story about Rose? Well, you'll see.

So, Rose's sister was 5 years older than her, and Rose is 14. Rose's sister died and told her to go to a lighthouse at a place called Cape Townrow. So Rose and her Auntie Sam gathered they're bags and left to go to the light house. They didn't know why, but Rose had always trusted her sister, and so did as she said.

But as they got there, Rose saw a light. She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. There couldn't be a light, there was no electricity. But then Auntie Sam said that she saw it too. They slowly crept closer, until they saw a man. This man was wearing a nightgown, and looked about 65 years old. He was carrying a lamp. "Excuse me", Rose called out. The old man jumped and ran away, taking his lamp with him.

"Uh, Rose", Auntie Sam tapped Rose's shoulder. "Not now", Rose replied, she was busy thinking about a way to find that man. "You should probably take a look at this", Auntie Sam continued. "NOT NOW", Rose said, still thinking. "Then I'll have to make you", Auntie Sam said, turning Rose around. "What... is... that", Rose said, pointing.

The lighthouse light, was on. Rose wondered how that was possible. "That's not possible", Auntie Sam said, not believing what she was seeing. "It must be be", Rose argued. "We wouldn't both be hallucinating about the same thing".

So what happened that day at the lighthouse? And how did Rose's sister know that would happen? Or did she?

THE END

P.S I hope it wasn't too long O.O

Our Light

We ran, hand in hand, along the shore. We laughed and tripped over our own feet. The lost things made clinking noises around us as we hurriedly dodged them. If we didn't hurry fast, we'd be caught.

Sam paused after probably a mile of running. He slowed his pace before coming to a complete halt. I came after him, still desperately reaching for his hand. He held it out to me, and we stayed there, panting.

The night's cool breeze turned my hair up, playfully tugging it towards the shore. I longed to dive in, but I wouldn't in this dress, nor would I in these circumstances.

"You rebel," Sam laughed hoarsely.

I shrugged and tied my hair back. "Father will never know."

Sam turned serious. "But, in only a few weeks you're arranged to marry that other guy...Thomas."

I groaned, sitting down to stop myself from pacing. "Oh, Sam. That's just more of a reason to use our time together wisely now!"

He smiled and offered his hand, hoisting me up. Then we ran. We had our destination set: the lighthouse.

Running up to the top, we reached the eerie, glowing light. It was dull compared to how bright it could've been, but just perfect for us.

I dragged Sam in front of the light, and imagined that all the people below looking at the light could see our shadowed outlines. There was no way they could know who we were.

And so what if they did? We were young kids in love, separated by the cruel fate of an arranged marriage.

Sam came up beside me. I tugged him closer, and kissed him in the large spotlight, for everyone to see. It was our secret way of showing the world, even though we would never reveal ourselves down on the ground, where mankind is cruel and life gives no pity.

This was our place. And even when the sun gives out its last light, we would show ours up on the lighthouse.

I hope that wasn't too long.

Beacon of Hope by Hadley/Lee

Alone, tall, and bright shining
Guiding you to your silver lining
Strength and hope beam from one single tower
Seems insignificant but glows radiant power
A lonely beacon to help others find their way
For the lost and afraid, in both night and day
Safety and security in the deep dark waters
Help to the sailors whose journeys grow broader
Hazards and troubles they continually face
As they travel across the empty sea to a new place
Dangerous rocks would jag into the boats side
If it was not there to be a strong guide
The lighthouse, a tower always standing tall
Beautiful sight after the oceans pall
Laying a path towards the shore with its light
A glowing hope that will always shine bright.

Their Secret Place

She waited days for him to return
to their secret place.
He promised he would meet her
and hold her perfect face.

She turned on its light
so he may be guided to her.
She knew he would come
but she felt so unsure.

In the final light of day
she saw her beloved arrive.
guided by her light
so their love will strive.

My story:

I have lived here since the age of five.Our city is not something special,really.The only remarkable thing we have is the lighthouse.I don't like it very much though.

Many people say the lighthouse is haunted.The spirit of a sailor who died because the lighthouse didn't work well fifteen years ago is thought to be there and planning his revenge.That's the reason why nobody goes near the building.Everyone is afraid.

I never believed in ghost stories.They are just stories people tell children in order to put them to bed without much effort.I always believed that.I never believed that the spirit of the sailor is really haunting the place.So,I decided to visit the lighthouse and show to everybody there is nothing to be afraid of.Worst.Decision.Ever.

When I opened the door of the lighthouse(I had previously packed a flaslight and a digital camera to record my visit because people wouldn't believe me without proof)I saw nothing but darkness.I turned on my torch and walked in.The door closed immediately behind me.Don't panic I thought.It's just the wind that closed the door.Boy,I was wrong.

I opened my backpuck and found my camera.I started to record.Then I remembered I had packed a packet of cookies.I left my torch on the ground and ate the cookies silently.I have to admit I was really nervous.I ate the cookies and grabbed the flashlight again.I decided to wander a bit.Bad decision.

The place was like from a zombie movie.Everything dark and trickles of water falling down and making noise.Then I heard it.

It was a loud laugh.Really annoying.And I didn't know where it came from.I looked around me.Nothing.I have to stay calm unless I want to go nuts.Then something hit my head and I fell.The camera fell from my hand.Time to go,I thought.I tried to stand up and fell again.I groaned and then stood up.I searched to find my camera but I couldn't find it.So,I left.

When I entered my home the first thing I saw was my camera on a note.Oh no...I picked up the note and saw that the letter was written in somethong like blood.And that's what was written:

Foulish girl.You can't invade my property AND eat cookies without giving me one.That's why I decided to take your sister.If you want to see her again,you have to come and find me until Monday or I will kill her.~The spirit of the sailor~

Then I turned on the camera and watched the video he had recorded.I saw darkness,and then my sister screaming and crying while he was laughing.Blood was on her clothes and face.
I closed the video.
I have to stay strong,I thought.I have to rescue her.
Just stay strong.
And that's when I fainted.

The end.

The lighthouse

There it is.

The shape looms up before me, terrifying in all it's splendour. A shiver spills down my spine as memories bounce around my head. I stumble forward, unable to see, totally blinded by the images that plague me. What was I thinking? Did I ever imagine that coming back to the lighthouse would save me?

Each step drains me a little more as I as I try to tell my lungs to keep breathing, keep holding on, you're nearly there. But then I am there, gulping down the the cool night breeze as a half drowned man would after being pulled from the depths.

I lean over the bar and survey the area watched by the lighthouse. The wind ruffles my hair with it's gentle hands and I can feel the gap closing within me.

A board creaks behind me. I freeze. I feel a hand on my back and tense, about to turn around. It's too late. I'm falling. Falling. Falling onto the rocks below.

Lighthouse

The waves crash on the sides of the ship. The metal structure can barely withstand the raging storm. I can't see anything through the rain, through the salty spray. But there... There in the distance! A glimmer! A glimmer of hope! The light disappears as the ship goes into the air for mere second. I keep my sight on the small, yellow fixture. As we get closer to its magnificence, I can tell that the crew can see it to. A point to go to. Somehow I know we can make it out alive. I know we can survive. As the light becomes more clear we can see what it truly is. Through the storm, and through the terror, it's stands tall. The lighthouse. The strong standing lighthouse. Our rescue. Our beacon of hope.

Pursued

Despite the chill of the night, sweat trickled down my forehead as I ran through the long, prickly grass. All I could hear was my panting breath and thumping of my feet pounding into the dirt. My head throbbed, my legs ached, my stomach strained with a stab of pain. My heart thudded with fear as I heard the puffing of my pursuer behind. It wouldn't be long before the chase ended-and in pain.
Suddenly a shadowed tower loomed out of the darkness. My eyes widened in relief. It was the lighthouse. I knew there was no way of escape, but I also knew what was stored at the top. In desperation I forced my legs to run harder, faster. The lighthouse got closer and closer.
In a rush of panting and pain I was at the rotting, wooden door of the lighthouse. I tried the handle; it was locked. Panic surging through me, I rattled the handle, begging it to turn and open the door. I glanced behind my back in terror. My pursuer gave an evil grin at the chance to catch me, and fastened his pace.
I gave up on the handle and shoved my body against the door. The wood splintered, and I tried again. This time the door crashed open, and I stumbled into lighthouse. Without a second thought I clambered up the stone, spiral staircase. The steps crumbled beneath my feet, but I forced myself to focus on getting to the top.
My pursuer's breath echoed through the shaft as he followed me up the stairs. "You can't get away," he growled. "There's no escape, fool. You'll be trapped."
I bit my tongue, stopping myself from replying. I couldn't let him know what I was planning. Suddenly I came to large gap in the staircase. At least three steps missing, along with the railing. I could hear my pursuer nearing, and drew a deep breath. With one desperate leap I landed on the other side, and wobbled. I grabbed the rail to righten myself, and continued up the stairs.
At last I made it to the top, and climbed the dazzling, candescent light to the roof. To my relief the backpack was still there, resting untouched at the tip. I rummaged inside, and drew out what I was looking for; a shiny, loaded revolver.
My pursuer burst through the trapdoor that closed off the top and clambered onto the platform. He looked around angrily. "I know you're up here," he barked. "You can't hide forever."
"That's why I chose to come out," I replied, rather pleased with my answer, as I stood on the roof, the revolver aimed at my pursuer's head. "Move and I'll shoot."
The man laughed menacingly. "I'd like to see you try, girly."
My cheeks reddening, I tightened my grip on the gun, but didn't pull the trigger. "Why are you chasing me?" I demanded.
"Why would I tell you?"
"You will tell me or I will shoot."
The man was silent. Still I did not shoot. How could I? I was a teenager, a young girl. The man was right. I would never shoot him.
Being the foolish person I was, I took one look behind my back. The ocean frothed and crashed below, scattered with sharp rocks. I couldn't jump-I'd be killed.
The man took his chance and grabbed my ankles, and hauled me off the roof. My head smashed into the corrugated iron and pain seared through my body. My pursuer held me by the arms, breathing his hot, drunken breath in my face.
"I've got you now, girly," he slurred. "There's nothing you can do about it."
I stared wide-eyed into his own narrow, dark eyes. I had dropped the gun in my fall, and now I wished I had it more than ever. The man tightened his grip on my arms and held me over the railing above the wild sea.
"I could let you drop now," he spat. "But there's so much I need of you." He pulled me back onto the platform. "Now, you will tell me what I need to hear, or I will shoot you this time." The man grabbed my gun from the floor and held it beneath my chin. I swallowed.
"I will tell you nothing," I replied boldly. "Nothing, ever."
The man's eyes narrowed even more. "Tell me...where are they?"
"No! I will never tell you," I cried.
"If that is your wish..." The man's finger pushed on the trigger. I held my breath and stared straight into his eyes as a great bang echoed through my ears. Then all I was white.

ATTENTION!!! The writing competition has come to an end! No more entries can be submitted! The mods will discuss the winner(s) and we'll get back to you! Thank you for your entries! :)

Did we actually ever find out who won this?

I sent out an email to everyone

Here's the the winners in case you didn't know:

Third place: Beacon of Hope by Lee
Second place: Our Light by Daughter of the night
First place: The Lighthouse by Emelia

Oh

Thanks :)

Haha sorry I didn't realise it was u :P congrats! U won our first writing competition :D

Thank you :-) everyone else's stories were amazing too!

Yeah I changed my picture

Congrats

:)

yay us! lol

Yay! *high fives*

*high fives back*