One Terrible Stormy Night

On a little waterfront town settled between barbed precipices and the fretful ocean, there stood an old beacon that had endured incalculable tempests. It was a night like no other, when the breeze cried with a threatening rage and downpour lashed against the windows like an irate sea looking for retribution.

Inside the beacon, a maturing manager named Thomas kept an eye on the old reference point that directed boats through slippery waters. His endured face showed the characteristics of years spent doing combating the components, however his determination stayed whole.

As the tempest heightened, Thomas saw something impossible to miss — a weak gleaming light in the midst of the crashing waves. Looking through the downpour doused glass, he observed a boat, battered and broken, frantically attempting to remain above water. With no chance to lose, he enacted the beacon's sign, daring to dream that it would penetrate through the tempest and guide the boat to somewhere safe and secure.

However, destiny had different plans. The tempest, detecting its award, released its full rage. Thunder blast above, and lightning moved across the sky, creating spooky shaded areas that appeared to murmur of looming destruction.

As Thomas watched, the boat went hazardously near the bluffs, its group madly endeavoring to avoid the stones that took steps to eat up them. As time passes, the beacon appeared to glimmer all through presence, as though even it battled against the constant surge of wind and downpour.

In a final desperate attempt, Thomas snatched his confided in lamp and surged outside, engaging against the storm that took steps to clear him away. With each step, he could experience the anger of the tempest attempting to beat him back, however his assurance consumed more splendid than any storm.

At long last arriving at the bluff's edge, Thomas held his light high up, its weak shine attempting to rival the tempest's murkiness. Wonderfully, the boat's skipper recognized the weak guide and modified direction in the nick of time, barely staying away from calamity.

As first light broke into the great beyond, the tempest started to yield, abandoning a path of obliteration and a tired yet triumphant Thomas.

Written by Ashraful Shohag

Note

(They will listen to the stories only for the joy of listening to the stories.Stories are not meant to hurt anyone psychologically and physically.There are many characters made up and coincidental. The story has nothing to do with reality. The stories are made for the sheer pleasure of listening. Reading the story, no one will fix his mind in any direction, accepting

the stories with a blind heart.)