I love the beach. It’s so beautiful here in Barbados. I wish I could stay at the beach forever. I love the breeze, the sand, the picturesque views. So calming. So wonderful.
When I think of the beach I think of OBX where the entore family used to go every eyar – all 19 of us – in one huge house spending the whole week together – eating, drinking, listening to music, dancing,pleaying, it was the best time. Too bad this year we all won’t make it there otgether
I went to the beach last year. I thought it could be an amazing time to enjoy the sunny, but unfortunately it rained everyday day and it was impossible to see the sea.
JU
Ah, the beach, what a wonderful place to be.
To relax and have fun in the deep blue sea.
Where the sun never ceases to shine
and where people always have a good time.
Philip Inetski
I smelled the slightly typical mouldy seaweed that was caressing the soft sand. The sand that was cold and fine. Half crushed seashells of different sizes were rocking against some mini bays formed in the sand. The sun was dizzy and the air crisp yet you could tell the day was going to be hot.
Just as if you were in the shade , sun yet to get to warm your side of the beach up. Seagulls and other smaller birds were fighting for the same target, some dead fish a fisher had left from the day before.
The sea was calm, yet in a few hours the beach would be visited by the locals living up the hill . Neighbours that has the view over the bay in every weather. The local cat wandered about aimlessly near the leafy part at the top of the beach. It was still night time for him. In pursuit of a little mouse or perhaps a bird.
Empress
So He went there and what he saw was like a dream for him.. He had never come to a beach before.. All the beauty and nature. The next thing he thought was to be there with her.
vasudha virmani
the sand wrinkles around my toes and i watch the water rush up and recede and i wish for life to always flow so evenly
Hannah Twomey
one word was all he said, but it was enough. Nobody moved when he spoke. They didn’t even breath. they just stopped cold and waited
ken sander
She looked out to the horizon to be greeted by a warm breeze. Her eyes set upon the vast beauty called the ocean. For she wished to run out and be greeted by the salt waters coldness but she knew some things just couldn’t happen. So instead she looked towards the body sitting next to her. The boy who had hair the color of sand. The boy whose eyes held the ocean’s tides. The boy who did this to her.
Living at Zuma Beach in Malibu wasn’t what I though it would be. Nothing like you see in the movies. More breath taking when the full moon rolled the waves in at high tide pounding the shore. My first full moon there I rolled off the bed in the middle of the night thinking the waves were crashing into my bedroom. The sound was so loud!
Sister Golden Hair
Most kids were on the beach. That’s all they had to do now. If not on the beach they were at the swimming pool. If not at the swimming pool at the beach. The heat of the sun had burnt away thoughts of the academic year in the south of Spain.
Steve O
The sand slipped silently underneath her bare feet as she tiptoed, an absurd thing to do. It’s not like sand makes noise, really. And it wasn’t like tip-toeing was going to prevent him from hearing her traverse the sand. He saw her almost instantly.
Sand in her hair, sand in bikini top, and she could feel tiny grains of annoyance slipping into her bikini bottoms. The lifeguard slipping her tongue was hot, but not enough to distract her from the thought that sex on the beach was terribly overrated.
beach is the most beautiful place to visit . it is very good place to be at during sunset.as it relaxes us and we feel all the problems sink into the ocean right there with the sun.it is good to play at the beach.
its warm. its soft. its peaceful. like her.
its rage. its wind. its curious. like her.
its beauty, its fearing.
its everything and more.
cait
Sarita said to shekhar “why don’t you take a long walk on the beach?”. Long walks reminded both of them the time they spent taking long walks during college. Memories came flooding Saritha and Shekhar’s minds.
Nandana Bommareddy
The beach, where land and water meet. The line where I’m always standing in my dreams, looking at the waves. It’s one of those places I will always love. Something about the beach means summer. Something about summer means, light and life.
“I have a confession to make,” Tabatha gasped as the water lapped at her collarbones.
Ashley hummed, basking in the sun, her hair floating around her like a cloud of red.
“I can’t swim.”
beach, is it referring to sea..at first instance it appeared by breach.. than when i pronounce it ..it sounds in hindi which meaning between….
vivek
Water kissed sand as tears fell from her eyes, barely able to keep them open as they filled with tears. She allowed the sea fringe to circle her ankles, her hand opening to allow the letters to fall into the waters with a splash, the ink bleeding out.
Sharna
The waters crashed violently against the shore, nearly flooding the beach and getting onto the street. Heavy rain slapped the cracked pavement of the forgotten city, once populated with people from all across the globe.
TheSolomander
The sand is so white, it’s almost silver. It’s almost radiant. It’s blinding. I swing my feet over the edge of the railing and let my toes dip into it. It’s icy cold, and I shiver, pulling my jacket closer. I look up at the point where the radiant sand meets the midnight black ocean. Pitch black. The water – soft and still, so much more quiet than in the day – is much darker than the sky. The sky is blue – a very dark blue, studded with billions of glittering stars – but blue nonetheless. It’s the ocean that’s truly black.
today i went to the beach. the sun was glowing while i read but eventually i fell asleep and the clouds took over. it was sandy and my legs were covered, and i drove home like that. when i got to work my legs were still covered in sand and i had to brush it off in the trash can. later when i took out the trash i laughed at myself.
Camille Sacristan
Beach is amazing. There’s sand everywhere. Sand is squishy! I really want to watch Finding Dory. Apparently it’s really good. But in my opinion, it sounds really sad… and I don’t like it already. I don’t usually go to the beach during the summer because I have classes everyday. It’s really fun when I went there though.
Henry
The beach was strangely deserted. The brochures had offered pictures of dazzling white sands and sky blue waters, but during the rainy season, all the sand had to offer was whatever had been thrown into it was now coming back. Pieces of plastic and dead jelly fish littered the edge of the sand and sea.
Palm trees gently sway in the breeze as waves rise to kiss the shores, dotted with white seashells the way edelweiss dots the Alps.
B
The creature rose up from the sea and advanced toward the beach not filled with thousands of terrorized tourists running for their lives.The creature’s webbed foot came down on an overweight man who had fallen in the sand.
Scott Moore
The beach was as quiet as the graveyard near my house. Not even the wind, though I could feel it on my face, seem to whisper or sing or howl as it bristled the cuffs of my dress shirt and scattered sand across my jeans. I found a rock to perch on, opened up the ziploc bag that my father had given me, and emptied its contents out into the dune.
They were funny to look at, all clumped together in patches. Pearls and rubies and sapphires, all once belonging to my mother.
Belinda Roddie
He passes the joint to me, his dreads tied back with scarf. “You sista” he mutters. I look at this man named Rasta, this Haitian beach, and I think how far from home Ive really come.
Eli
The beach is bittersweet. I love the water. I hate the sand. I love the immensity and wonder of looking out from shore and seeing a horizon that symbolizes something more beyond our reach…
beach it is place where the people meeting for talking and playing. It is a very
I love the beach. Best place in Barbados to feel free. So beautiful and cozy. Tranquility. Happiness. The beach means everything to me.
I love the beach. It’s so beautiful here in Barbados. I wish I could stay at the beach forever. I love the breeze, the sand, the picturesque views. So calming. So wonderful.
When I think of the beach I think of OBX where the entore family used to go every eyar – all 19 of us – in one huge house spending the whole week together – eating, drinking, listening to music, dancing,pleaying, it was the best time. Too bad this year we all won’t make it there otgether
I went to the beach last year. I thought it could be an amazing time to enjoy the sunny, but unfortunately it rained everyday day and it was impossible to see the sea.
Ah, the beach, what a wonderful place to be.
To relax and have fun in the deep blue sea.
Where the sun never ceases to shine
and where people always have a good time.
I smelled the slightly typical mouldy seaweed that was caressing the soft sand. The sand that was cold and fine. Half crushed seashells of different sizes were rocking against some mini bays formed in the sand. The sun was dizzy and the air crisp yet you could tell the day was going to be hot.
Just as if you were in the shade , sun yet to get to warm your side of the beach up. Seagulls and other smaller birds were fighting for the same target, some dead fish a fisher had left from the day before.
The sea was calm, yet in a few hours the beach would be visited by the locals living up the hill . Neighbours that has the view over the bay in every weather. The local cat wandered about aimlessly near the leafy part at the top of the beach. It was still night time for him. In pursuit of a little mouse or perhaps a bird.
So He went there and what he saw was like a dream for him.. He had never come to a beach before.. All the beauty and nature. The next thing he thought was to be there with her.
the sand wrinkles around my toes and i watch the water rush up and recede and i wish for life to always flow so evenly
one word was all he said, but it was enough. Nobody moved when he spoke. They didn’t even breath. they just stopped cold and waited
She looked out to the horizon to be greeted by a warm breeze. Her eyes set upon the vast beauty called the ocean. For she wished to run out and be greeted by the salt waters coldness but she knew some things just couldn’t happen. So instead she looked towards the body sitting next to her. The boy who had hair the color of sand. The boy whose eyes held the ocean’s tides. The boy who did this to her.
Living at Zuma Beach in Malibu wasn’t what I though it would be. Nothing like you see in the movies. More breath taking when the full moon rolled the waves in at high tide pounding the shore. My first full moon there I rolled off the bed in the middle of the night thinking the waves were crashing into my bedroom. The sound was so loud!
Most kids were on the beach. That’s all they had to do now. If not on the beach they were at the swimming pool. If not at the swimming pool at the beach. The heat of the sun had burnt away thoughts of the academic year in the south of Spain.
The sand slipped silently underneath her bare feet as she tiptoed, an absurd thing to do. It’s not like sand makes noise, really. And it wasn’t like tip-toeing was going to prevent him from hearing her traverse the sand. He saw her almost instantly.
Sand in her hair, sand in bikini top, and she could feel tiny grains of annoyance slipping into her bikini bottoms. The lifeguard slipping her tongue was hot, but not enough to distract her from the thought that sex on the beach was terribly overrated.
beach is the most beautiful place to visit . it is very good place to be at during sunset.as it relaxes us and we feel all the problems sink into the ocean right there with the sun.it is good to play at the beach.
the sweetest hello. and hardest goodbye.
its warm. its soft. its peaceful. like her.
its rage. its wind. its curious. like her.
its beauty, its fearing.
its everything and more.
Sarita said to shekhar “why don’t you take a long walk on the beach?”. Long walks reminded both of them the time they spent taking long walks during college. Memories came flooding Saritha and Shekhar’s minds.
The beach, where land and water meet. The line where I’m always standing in my dreams, looking at the waves. It’s one of those places I will always love. Something about the beach means summer. Something about summer means, light and life.
“I have a confession to make,” Tabatha gasped as the water lapped at her collarbones.
Ashley hummed, basking in the sun, her hair floating around her like a cloud of red.
“I can’t swim.”
beach, is it referring to sea..at first instance it appeared by breach.. than when i pronounce it ..it sounds in hindi which meaning between….
Water kissed sand as tears fell from her eyes, barely able to keep them open as they filled with tears. She allowed the sea fringe to circle her ankles, her hand opening to allow the letters to fall into the waters with a splash, the ink bleeding out.
The waters crashed violently against the shore, nearly flooding the beach and getting onto the street. Heavy rain slapped the cracked pavement of the forgotten city, once populated with people from all across the globe.
The sand is so white, it’s almost silver. It’s almost radiant. It’s blinding. I swing my feet over the edge of the railing and let my toes dip into it. It’s icy cold, and I shiver, pulling my jacket closer. I look up at the point where the radiant sand meets the midnight black ocean. Pitch black. The water – soft and still, so much more quiet than in the day – is much darker than the sky. The sky is blue – a very dark blue, studded with billions of glittering stars – but blue nonetheless. It’s the ocean that’s truly black.
today i went to the beach. the sun was glowing while i read but eventually i fell asleep and the clouds took over. it was sandy and my legs were covered, and i drove home like that. when i got to work my legs were still covered in sand and i had to brush it off in the trash can. later when i took out the trash i laughed at myself.
Beach is amazing. There’s sand everywhere. Sand is squishy! I really want to watch Finding Dory. Apparently it’s really good. But in my opinion, it sounds really sad… and I don’t like it already. I don’t usually go to the beach during the summer because I have classes everyday. It’s really fun when I went there though.
The beach was strangely deserted. The brochures had offered pictures of dazzling white sands and sky blue waters, but during the rainy season, all the sand had to offer was whatever had been thrown into it was now coming back. Pieces of plastic and dead jelly fish littered the edge of the sand and sea.
Palm trees gently sway in the breeze as waves rise to kiss the shores, dotted with white seashells the way edelweiss dots the Alps.
The creature rose up from the sea and advanced toward the beach not filled with thousands of terrorized tourists running for their lives.The creature’s webbed foot came down on an overweight man who had fallen in the sand.
The beach was as quiet as the graveyard near my house. Not even the wind, though I could feel it on my face, seem to whisper or sing or howl as it bristled the cuffs of my dress shirt and scattered sand across my jeans. I found a rock to perch on, opened up the ziploc bag that my father had given me, and emptied its contents out into the dune.
They were funny to look at, all clumped together in patches. Pearls and rubies and sapphires, all once belonging to my mother.
He passes the joint to me, his dreads tied back with scarf. “You sista” he mutters. I look at this man named Rasta, this Haitian beach, and I think how far from home Ive really come.
The beach is bittersweet. I love the water. I hate the sand. I love the immensity and wonder of looking out from shore and seeing a horizon that symbolizes something more beyond our reach…