Description
'Every day, I stand here. Every night, I provide light. I am like this all the time, it never changes. I stand here, through all the scorching summer days and the miserable winter nights. I don't talk to anyone but I wish I could. I wish the others could, but they just stay silent. I share my light with three others, but I can only provide a dim light. The rest can provide enough to light up a whole street; I can only light up a circle, a circle that a bench sits in.' This is a short story about a lamp. A lamp that doesn't think that its life is fair. Join the journey of the lamp as it explains its life within a week. This was a short story this I wrote a while back for English, and I got a great mark on it so I thought to post it. I am very proud of myself for this writing. Please do give me feedback!
Prologue
