Wednesday, 29 August 2018
descriptive piece Lucas M
The storm was brewing like witches spell. The lighthouse keepers had no connection to the mainland. The first wave hits like an earthquake. Giant waves were cheaters chasing and pouncing on its prey. As waves danced as the thunder were drum sticks on drums. The light from the lighthouse was a sign for help.
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