I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.
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Andrew was buried in the sand next to Madeline.
No one has dared enter me since that horrible day.
I have become a symbol of sadness and
unconditional love in the town of Whisteria.
A year has gone by and many ships have
come and gone from the bay. Never once
has my light faltered. I still warn the sailors on their way.
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Thank you everyone for reading! Its my first short story from a song so I'm sorry it's so short! Stay tuned for my next one!
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The Lighthouse's Tale: A short story
RomanceThe tragic tale told from the point of view of a lighthouse of his keeper and the keepers love.
