There was once a lighthouse which was shining the way for the ships, the light moved slowly at the ships as the lighthouse stood on a mountain cliff.
Inside the dull, grey lighthouse there was an old, wrinkly man who was concentrating on his homework with a candle to help him look properly. He jumped as he heard a strange noise and went to investigate what happened but he carried on. Suddenly, the window flew open and the candle blew out.
The old man was scared, frightened, worried, the old man was so worried that he thought he heard a ship coming closer & closer.
The old man rushed up the spiral stairs, up, up he went to see the clogs that made the noise. Afterwards, the old man didn’t fix the clogs but he knew what to do. The man picked up the light bulb, before he picked it up the old man put his tool box and tripped over it.
The man began to feel worried when he heard the sound of a ship coming closer to the ship coming closer to the cliff.
The old man rushed down the spiral stairs again and opened the doors. He could not believe his eyes, all the villagers had brought their oil lamp to use at the lighthouse and the ship was safe & sound.
THE END.
Moorfield Year 3/4 Blog 
This is a fantastic story of the lighthouse. Well done!! I especially like your 4a sentence witch is on the second paragraph.
Jerusha.. i realy liked your story.