Wednesday, March 16, 2016

“The Fog Horn” by Ray Bradbury

       I am what most people call a monster, but I don’t consider myself one. I’m just a big lonely sea creature looking for a friend. One day I was just swimming around and I heard what sounded like someone calling for me. So I swam over to the noise and I found a beautiful creature just sitting on the shore. She was very tall and had big glowing red and white eyes. She just sat there, waiting for someone to find her. All she wanted was to make a friend, and apparently I was the person she wanted.

       The journey to her is not too bad. It’s just a little dangerous with all the sharks and other things trying to attack me. Other than that it's an easy route to get to where she is at. It’s kind of ironic that she is at a place called Lonesome Bay, but somehow whenever I get close it feels like I’m at home. The waters are nice and cool and there is a light breeze. Most other sea creatures don’t dare get near the bay because the cool and murky waters throw off their sense of smell.

       One day I was there talking to her and suddenly she just stopped talking. I asked if something was wrong but she never responded. I am a very short tempered sea creature. Because of that, I charged at her and hit her. She fell to the ground and shattered like she was made out of glass. I then left out of frustration. The next day I wanted to go back and apologize but I thought that she would never forgive me. Since that day, I vowed to never go back there and never make friends again.

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