Testimonials & stories

Ten years in this town and I’ve never seen the lighthouse lit after midnight. My character, Arthur, didn't care about the rules anyway. He stepped onto the wet gravel, pulled the collar of his coat high, and watched the amber beam sweep across the tree line—right over the spot where the old chapel used to stand."

Submitted by Julian R.

Ten years in this town and I’ve never seen the lighthouse lit after midnight. My character, Arthur, didn't care about the rules anyway. He stepped onto the wet gravel, pulled the collar of his coat high, and watched the amber beam sweep across the tree line—right over the spot where the old chapel used to stand."

Submitted by Julian R.

Ten years in this town and I’ve never seen the lighthouse lit after midnight. My character, Arthur, didn't care about the rules anyway. He stepped onto the wet gravel, pulled the collar of his coat high, and watched the amber beam sweep across the tree line—right over the spot where the old chapel used to stand."

Submitted by Julian R.

Ten years in this town and I’ve never seen the lighthouse lit after midnight. My character, Arthur, didn't care about the rules anyway. He stepped onto the wet gravel, pulled the collar of his coat high, and watched the amber beam sweep across the tree line—right over the spot where the old chapel used to stand."

Submitted by Julian R.