"The Fog Horn" by Ray Bradbury

“The Fog Horn” by Ray Bradbury

It was a very cold night. I saw a bright light in the distance through miles of fog. I started to swim towards the light to figure out what it was as curiosity and fear rushed through my body. I approached the tower, stood up and towered over it. When I looked through the glass, I could see them talking. Two men were whispering and screaming. I figured it was about me. I figured this because I could see the fear in their eyes. I looked then in the eyes and was shocked by a bright light that blinded me and a loud noise that sounded like an animal. Confused, I screamed out mimicking the loud noise.

They stopped talking and stopped moving. They just stared at me. The tower’s blinding light beam shined out at me and the loud noise roared out again and I cried out again. It happened over and over, until it stopped. The loud roar stopped. The bright light was only moving. I froze. I was angry and confused. I ran towards the tower and started to try and knock it down. The tower roared and so did I. They disappeared down the tower and I continued to shake and scratch at the tower. I took one last hit and the tower fell. There was a wave of silence. There was only miles of fog and darkness left. I was upset. There was no more light and no more noise. I left and never wanted to return.

I don't go back to the tower because I loved that tower and I destroyed it. I figured out that I can't love something too much in this world. That's why I don't return. I don't want to fall in love with the new tower and have it be destroyed again. Now I stay down in the depths of the sea, just waiting. I wait for something new.