100WC Week 3 - My Beloved

My dearest friend,

I am writing this to tell you of the terrible troubles I am facing. This may, in fact, be the very last time I able to write to you, my treasured companion. As my pen touches the paper, waves are crashing, smashing, thrashing against the walls of my beloved lighthouse. My only comforts...the gentle hum of my radio and the dancing flames of the warming fireplace. The only hope I have left is that I fall into a peaceful sleep before the final wave arrives at my door.

100WC Week 3 - Tap Tap Tap

The sound of rain hitting the window pane of the lighthouse woke me from my slumber. Tap, tap, tap. I turned over, hoping to catch an extra few moments of sleep. But it was no use, with thunder growling and erupting in the night's sky I was forbidden to snooze.

I rose and made my way to the only view I had. My eyes quickly adjusted to the unbelievable realisation that I was surrounded... lonely, terrified and frozen to the spot. Before my weary eyes I could see the waves at war, crashing, colliding and collapsing all around me.

100WC Week 3 - Submerged

The wind tore through the boat sending all the furniture to crash against each other. Waves of water crashed onto the deck. The siren sounded…The man grabbed the wheel and tried to control the boat. Horror struck against his face as he saw a dark outline of something in the distance. Something hit the boat water rushed through engulfing everything in its path. The man went pale as the water surrounded his body. His arms flung out clasping at the wheel. The boat started to submerge into the dark blue cold sea. As the man awoke from his slumber he realised that his safe, warm living room was now no long safe any more.

100WC Week 3 - Grace Darling

The sea was her constant companion and Grace had learnt to read it like a book. She was able to predict if it would bring warm breezes and African birds or rumbling thunder clouds and tall waves that would smash against the lighthouse. On the 7th of September 1838 Grace prepared herself for a busy shift. As evening approached she listened as the storm gathered strength around her and stared transfixed at the angry, grey, crashing waves. Just as her watch was coming to an end she spotted the ailing ship...her next actions marked her place in British history.

100WC Week 3 - Bullies

Andy left class wearily. “Please, please, please”, he whispered, preying he would not seethem. It was time to complete the walk home without enduring the wrath of the five ferocious, fierce and cruel boys… boys that taunted Andy, day in, day out.

Rapidly, jeers echoed behind him. Fear and hopelessness engulfed him like a lonely, feckless lighthouse at the mercy of a vicious storm. There was no escape. He stood frozen with fear. “Please, please, please”, he begged.

In that instant Mr Frinton appeared and ordered the boys back to school. From that moment on Andy never suffered the bullies again…

100WC Week 3 - The Fishing Boat

The fishing poles leaned against the small fishing boat. A large green metal tackle box sat inside the boat. The lid was open, exposing little hooks, flies and wriggling maggots. The children were dressed in thick coats and rubber wellington boots. Their excited steps leaving footprints in the sand as they walked past the lighthouse. It was a wet, windy and winter day. The sea was a hungry dog, grey and giant. Waves crashed and crashed against the shore. They thought about cancelling the trip but didn’t. The distraught Mother could now only wonder what had happened to her family…

100WC Week 3 - The Photograph

With his camera held close under his heavy jacket he edges his way closer. He stumbles on the smooth, sandy, slippery paving stones and stops. The wind howls around him tearing at his scarf while the sea churns around his feet like a boiling cauldron. Cautiously creeping ever closer he sees his chance. Lifting the camera carefully from its hiding place he takes a deep breath and clicks. Suddenly a massive, menacing wave envelopes the lighthouse in spray and foam. Click … click … click. Has he succeeded? Has he captured the moment? He looks at the screen and smiles.