A cry came across a million years of water and mist. A cry so anguished and alone that it shuddered in my head and my body. The monster cried out at the tower. The Fog Horn blew. The monster roared again. The Fog Horn blew. The monster opened its great toothed mouth and the sound that came from it was the sound of the Fog Horn itself. Lonely and vast and far away. The sound of isolation, a viewless sea, a cold night, apartness. That was the sound.
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The Fog Horn, 1952 - Ray Bradbury I owe a lot to the Ray Bradbury and his writings. I spent a lot of time in high school skipping out on reading assignments because I struggled with reading and disliked most required stories. Then I read The Martian Chronicles for a research paper in 10th grade. It helped to re-kindle my desires for reading both in and out of school. I am very proud of my collection of Bradbury anthologies, and I hope to be able to share these wonderful stories with my kids. Thank you, Mr. Bradbury, for writing such wonderful, and imaginative works. RIP |
