One of our writers was getting a little too creative... We rejected this ad copy on the basis that it is, well, entirely fiction. But it made nice writing. Do you think anyone would have bought one because of this story?
Searchlight
I stopped to catch my breath. I'd been running for a half hour along the shore, over the jagged rocks and through woods, and was getting nowhere fast. I looked up at the night sky, bogged by storm clouds. No moon in sight. All I could see was my breath... some of my final breaths, perhaps. It was nearly midnight. Where was I? How did I get here? My vessel wrecked somewhere on the Atlantic shoreline, a few nautical miles south of Halifax, or so I thought. The faint howling in the dark, drizzly night was getting louder, adding to what I was positively certain would be my untimely death. I couldn't see the blood pouring from my knee, but the warmth on my hand told me all I needed to know. It was no use, I'd never—wait... what was that in the distance?
It was the brightest light I'd ever seen, like staring into the mid-day sun. I followed the beam of light through the dense fog. I didn't know where it was leading, and I didn't care. I needed something, anything, to give me some hope. I walked for what seemed like an eternity. Where was this light coming from?
Here I am, years later, and I don't need to tell you how that fateful night ended. I like to think part of what kept me alive was instinct and intuition, but I know better. It was that searchlight, a good kilometer down the shoreline, that kept me going.
It belonged to an old fisherman. He kept that light burning all through the night, figuring someday it might well save his life if he ever sailed too far off shore. Well, I thanked him kindly, then got my own. And now you can have yours.
The Foggy Hollow Searchlight isn't just practical and useful, it's also a great way to add light and decor to your home.
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