One Shots

#1: The lighthouse

As we crept up the narrow staircase, an eerie sound followed us. The floorboards creaked as we ascended, up, up, up the never-ending flight of stairs. My friends were spread out, some ahead of me, some behind me, and all shivering under the leaking roof. We neared and passed the only window along the brick exterior. All that could be seen was the rocky terrain and the shoreline. beyond that, the merciless sea. I stopped paying attention to anything and everything as my feet dragged up the splintering stairs. Suddenly, we stopped, and I bumped into the person in front of me.

"Sorry," I muttered.

She hummed a soft, short "hm," and shined her flashlight up the stairs.

"Hey! What's taking so long?" I heard a shout from behind me.

"We've reached the door. It's stuck, I can't get it open!"

I gently pushed my way up the stairs and stood with my friend at the top of the steps. We pulled on the door, yanking, twisting, as hard as we could. I could feel it coming loose.

"Yes! Just a few more pulls and we got it! Pull harder!"

Just one more, just one more, just one more, my thoughts resounded my brain.

Suddenly, I fell, down, down, down, down, down.

I hit the stairs, rolling, tumbling, scratched and bruising.

I felt the air getting ripped from my lungs as I hit each step. Passed the window, falling deeper into the darkness of the lighthouse. As I neared the base of the stairs, the wood gave out beneath me, casting me into darkness, and giving me a large sense of hopelessness, anguish, and desperation to get out.

But there was a light. A strong one cutting through the black around me. It shined, brighter than any light I'd ever seen before. It warmed me, seeping through my clothes and welcoming me back. I was safe now. I was home.

This is the first one, and I hoped that it would be longer, but I hope you enjoy.

-Jay