Short story
January 16th 2007 08:25
Hello again
Very busy day today, as had a job interview this arvo, seemed to go okay although you can never take anything for granted, so will see what happens. No cycling today as had to wear my suit and it was a bit wet too this morning although it had turned out nice and hot later on.
Thought I would post a short story I had to do for my writers group, we all suggest one item we would like included, then we have to write something under 500 words.
Heath Ling copyright 2007
THE LIGHTHOUSE
‘This is Charlie Foxtrot One to Abner lighthouse, are you receiving?’
The only reply was the crackle of static through the pilot’s headphones. He indicated for his co pilot to take control of the helicopter before turning to face his passengers.
‘There is still no reply but we should be coming into visual contact shortly’ he told the group of marines’ who were starting to attach their abseiling harnesses and complete their equipment checks.
It was a pitch black night outside, with rain driving hard against the helicopters fuselage as they drew closer to their destination. Even with night vision goggles, the light
house was hard to see in the stormy night, the only indication was a faint red beacon flashing on the radio antenna.
Upon drawing closer, the pilot could see that the lighthouse sat on an outcrop of rock and setting his craft into a hover, he advised the marines that they were clear to proceed.
‘Team one on me, team two on Baker’, their leader said to the six men before abseiling downwards towards the ground. As the last man unclipped from his harness, team one had already reached the doorway.
‘Lock and load gents’ the team leader ordered before switching on his gun mounted torch.
‘Look at the door, it seemed to have been wrenched open’ one of the marines said, as they examined the heavy metal lined door that was lying splintered on the ground.
As they entered inside, the only sounds to be heard was the wind whistling through the open doorway.
‘Hello, anyone here?’ One of the marines called out.
‘Baker team, secure the ground floor, the rest on me’ the leader ordered heading up the stairs.
‘What is this place?’ Someone asked in the darkness as their boots echoed on the stone stairs.
‘Navy research outpost’ came the reply from the front.
As they reached the second floor and main living and research area, the sound of static from a radio could be heard.
Upon entering the room, one of the men tried the light switch and was surprised to find that the emergency power was still operational. But there was no one alive or dead to be seen. What the marines didn’t understand was why there was a half finished game of chess upon the table, with one of the chairs laying on it’s side, a broken terracotta candle holder smashed upon the floor and a half drunk cup of coffee.
‘This is so weird’ one man muttered.
‘But what caused them to leave in a hurry?’ Someone else asked.
Just then one of them spotted a digital camera laying in the corner.
‘Maybe this might tell us’ the man said reaching and picking it up.
There was only a few seconds of footage but it seemed to show a huge tentacle coming through the doorway.
Just then the sound of gunfire and screams could be heard echoing up the stairs.
To be continued……………..
thought for the day - Prosperity 'We all have as much as we think we desrve.'
'Lift your opinion of what you think you deserve and it's amazing what you'll start to attract'
Hal
Very busy day today, as had a job interview this arvo, seemed to go okay although you can never take anything for granted, so will see what happens. No cycling today as had to wear my suit and it was a bit wet too this morning although it had turned out nice and hot later on.
Thought I would post a short story I had to do for my writers group, we all suggest one item we would like included, then we have to write something under 500 words.
Heath Ling copyright 2007
THE LIGHTHOUSE
‘This is Charlie Foxtrot One to Abner lighthouse, are you receiving?’
The only reply was the crackle of static through the pilot’s headphones. He indicated for his co pilot to take control of the helicopter before turning to face his passengers.
‘There is still no reply but we should be coming into visual contact shortly’ he told the group of marines’ who were starting to attach their abseiling harnesses and complete their equipment checks.
It was a pitch black night outside, with rain driving hard against the helicopters fuselage as they drew closer to their destination. Even with night vision goggles, the light
house was hard to see in the stormy night, the only indication was a faint red beacon flashing on the radio antenna.
Upon drawing closer, the pilot could see that the lighthouse sat on an outcrop of rock and setting his craft into a hover, he advised the marines that they were clear to proceed.
‘Team one on me, team two on Baker’, their leader said to the six men before abseiling downwards towards the ground. As the last man unclipped from his harness, team one had already reached the doorway.
‘Lock and load gents’ the team leader ordered before switching on his gun mounted torch.
‘Look at the door, it seemed to have been wrenched open’ one of the marines said, as they examined the heavy metal lined door that was lying splintered on the ground.
As they entered inside, the only sounds to be heard was the wind whistling through the open doorway.
‘Hello, anyone here?’ One of the marines called out.
‘Baker team, secure the ground floor, the rest on me’ the leader ordered heading up the stairs.
‘What is this place?’ Someone asked in the darkness as their boots echoed on the stone stairs.
‘Navy research outpost’ came the reply from the front.
As they reached the second floor and main living and research area, the sound of static from a radio could be heard.
Upon entering the room, one of the men tried the light switch and was surprised to find that the emergency power was still operational. But there was no one alive or dead to be seen. What the marines didn’t understand was why there was a half finished game of chess upon the table, with one of the chairs laying on it’s side, a broken terracotta candle holder smashed upon the floor and a half drunk cup of coffee.
‘This is so weird’ one man muttered.
‘But what caused them to leave in a hurry?’ Someone else asked.
Just then one of them spotted a digital camera laying in the corner.
‘Maybe this might tell us’ the man said reaching and picking it up.
There was only a few seconds of footage but it seemed to show a huge tentacle coming through the doorway.
Just then the sound of gunfire and screams could be heard echoing up the stairs.
To be continued……………..
thought for the day - Prosperity 'We all have as much as we think we desrve.'
'Lift your opinion of what you think you deserve and it's amazing what you'll start to attract'
Hal
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