Beaches, I remember the little bird. The waves as they crashed against the shore. The salty water on my lips and my fear of what lurked beneath the waters. There were fish, swimming all about.
mars
fun and cool and a good to take kids.
Annalise
Sailing in the crisp breeze in the morning with coffee and that extra-special person. Navy and white and ruffles.
The beach its where the whales roll up to die, its where I get a sunburn, its where smelly seaweed washes up not to mention portugueuse man of war do as well OWWWW, did I mention I am red headed and dont like sunburns?
On a bright sunny day we decided to go to the beach and spend the day there but o what a twist the day held. In the middle of it all it all turned south… for a mystery had ensued… there was a missing person about to be found.
Sandy, silty edge of the world looking out unto a perfect curved horizon and I still can’t find my shoes. Bugger. I suppose you are looking for an answer; it’s “no”.
lindsay
she ran across the beach with quick, graceful strides. she had to catch him. why was it so hard to run as fast as she wanted. her mind was racing faster than her legs could carry on and her huffing and puffing was beginning to overwhelm her body. just a foot away from she reached out her sweaty fingers and grazed his shiny, tan back. he turned, and embraced her immediatly in a hug. “you came,” he said. “I had to see you,” she replied, relieved he was pleased to see her and that waiting in four hours of traffic on i-95 was worth. or was it? she was soon to find out.
So familiar. So comforting. So reliable… except of course when the weather is bad. A bonfire, a picnic, some boogie boards (because I can’t surf), and most importantly: horseshoes.
oil spill, stupid, sand, water, garbage, fat pepple in swim suits , umbrellas, little kids, wetness,
Chriso380
I have a beach near my house. THere’s a city beach and a state beach. The city beach is beautiful. The state beach is ugly. It makes me wonder. Why have more pride in smaller communities? SHouldn’t we have pride in our states, our countries, our world? That’s the problem with everyone today. They’re thinking about themselves, their group, not the world.
Lucy
walking along and the sand between my toes
here you come out from the depths
to displace me from my peace
there goes the sun under a veil of clouds
i lose sight
you’re in my way
nlcrj
well i already did this but i’ll give it another shot. my favorite activity swimming all day baking to a crisp no matter how many times i reapply but i don’t care catching starfish building sandcastles family always around.
Beach. The beach is where I would kill to be right now. Sitting in a bathing suit, a trashy novel in my hand, a cold drink by my side. I’d get out of my chair and leap into the water, emerging seconds later before getting tackled into the sand by him. He laughs as I fight against him, our skin turning to powdered sugar as the sand clings to us like the way we cling to each other.
sand beneath my feet
clouds pass swiftly overhead
ill come back to you soon
hopefully
will you be there when i return?
keegan
Sunny days ahead full of water, blueness, and salt. Wind whips around, umbrellas fly, and some fruity drink is just around the corner. Little kids cry about getting sand on their ankles and adults that should’nt be wearing revealing swimsuits decide to flaunt what the may (or may not) have. Good for them.
Allie
i love it. sandy waves tide pollution oil spill birds dishsoap dishes dorm room ugh hate roommate not more dorm rooms though spain next year! i will go to the beach in spain. oh somehow ended up with more time. sunburns no matter what spf i use, but i don’t care. catching starfish they stick to your hands and digging for sand crabs like little armadillos.
veronica
I was at the beach last week and I saw the strangest thing. It was like a half man half fish but not really like a mermaid either. it’s face was like a man’s face, with a beard and nose, but nothing like our faces.
James
I was standing on the beach. the smell of conch shells and alabaster were overwhelming. It was so beautiful it hurt.
Beaches are a cool guy and I wish there were more beaches round these parts because I am literally as far from a beach as it is possible to get in this wonderful country and I wouldn’t trade it for the world but honestly I would like to see beaches more often.
Thomas Fletcher
It was a summer place for the rest of my life even though now she never walks the beach or goes any nearer than the three blocks where she lives in a house more Victorian than any I ever knew.
The beach was hot beneath my feet. People swam in the waves or played vollyball with one another. The scent of a BBQ was everywhere, answered by the birds who flew over head.
What a refuge the beach is, I take my sorrows and one by one set them adrift as the gentle waves sooth my soul.
tina
“I know you don’t like the beach, but it could be fun,” she said.
“I like the beach,” I exclaimed. “I just don’t like bathing suits.”
I imagined my discomfort among this group of Los Angeles friends. I was the obvious new kid from across the country, where it’s cold and a girl could easily misinterpret her own size under the weigh of coats and scarves.
It was a cold day, but I packed up my car for a trip to South Beach. The wind blew my car as it rocketed down the highway, buffeting me across the white line separating the lanes.
Wendy Anctil
Away
from
here.
Rachel
The sand beach seemed very brown in contrast to the bright blue seas that washed over it. Several seashells lay scattered across the sand, being helplessly carried away by the forceful tides of the ocean.
Arturo
heavenly submerged in youthful memories, playing, laughing, enjoying the sun, the ocean, live life
nele
She wandered across the barren beach, the grey sky chilled and overcast. the steel grey waves crashed against the nearby jetty, making just enough noise to drown her thoughts and forget the horrors that had befallen them all.
Chad
It was the smell of death that lingered in the heavy air of the morning shore. The sea bird’s lifeless body was buried in wet sand and salt. He stared, face long and withdrawn. He cried the helpless wail that strikes absolute fear into those that hear. He couldn’t help it; he was a mourner.
He looks out the car window at the beach, passing by in a sandy blur as he drives. Today, today is the day, he thinks. Today is the day when I give her a ring and tell her that I love her. Today is the best day of my life.
pretty little place that i enjoy to stare at i work at the beach. such a wonderful scent it has, how i wish i could be a part of the ocean.but the beach isnt the ocean, is it? isnt it?
massiel
The beach…full of sand and sunshine. Its filled with souls and spirits of those ghosts who longed to be free. if you watch closely you will see their footprints in the sand. Follow them and it will lead you to a place full of serenity and peace. Most people don’t see the footprints, but I do.
Lindsey
The beach was cold for this time of year. The sand was even colder than the wind as I walked along the shore. My wife and kids came to mind as I looked down the beach at all of the seashells that scattered around. I remember my son just as I saw the figure out of the corner of my eye.
The sand is warm and flows over my toes like water. Waves would be crashing if it were not for the lack of water. Water would be cool and refreshing, if it were here. I cannot figure out why I am on a beach without water.
Chip
The beach has sand. It’s rough and coarse, it gets everywhere and it is very bothersome. But what, it’s soothing. The beach has great noises. The sound of crashing waves. It’s good.
Mush
i swam out beyond the breaking waves and looked back on shore, treading water. i love the way i can do this and watch as a slowly move down the beach, carried by the water. not active. just waiting to be moved.
I go here in my head. A place where nothing holds me back from being with the one I love. It is peaceful and clam, the waves make a sound that remind me of my last first kiss… I wished for a ring on my finger to sparkle like the reflection of the stars on the water did that night… i wished for the man I want to wake up next to tomorrow… and then I wished that this wasn’t more than just a dream.
Oh, how I love the beach. It seems that nothing bad could ever happen there. But, as everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.
Beaches, I remember the little bird. The waves as they crashed against the shore. The salty water on my lips and my fear of what lurked beneath the waters. There were fish, swimming all about.
fun and cool and a good to take kids.
Sailing in the crisp breeze in the morning with coffee and that extra-special person. Navy and white and ruffles.
The beach its where the whales roll up to die, its where I get a sunburn, its where smelly seaweed washes up not to mention portugueuse man of war do as well OWWWW, did I mention I am red headed and dont like sunburns?
Miami mojitos, toes buried in the sand, napping while the waves and the breeze wash over your sun kissed skin. Poor ocean, BP sucks.
On a bright sunny day we decided to go to the beach and spend the day there but o what a twist the day held. In the middle of it all it all turned south… for a mystery had ensued… there was a missing person about to be found.
Sandy, silty edge of the world looking out unto a perfect curved horizon and I still can’t find my shoes. Bugger. I suppose you are looking for an answer; it’s “no”.
she ran across the beach with quick, graceful strides. she had to catch him. why was it so hard to run as fast as she wanted. her mind was racing faster than her legs could carry on and her huffing and puffing was beginning to overwhelm her body. just a foot away from she reached out her sweaty fingers and grazed his shiny, tan back. he turned, and embraced her immediatly in a hug. “you came,” he said. “I had to see you,” she replied, relieved he was pleased to see her and that waiting in four hours of traffic on i-95 was worth. or was it? she was soon to find out.
So familiar. So comforting. So reliable… except of course when the weather is bad. A bonfire, a picnic, some boogie boards (because I can’t surf), and most importantly: horseshoes.
oil spill, stupid, sand, water, garbage, fat pepple in swim suits , umbrellas, little kids, wetness,
I have a beach near my house. THere’s a city beach and a state beach. The city beach is beautiful. The state beach is ugly. It makes me wonder. Why have more pride in smaller communities? SHouldn’t we have pride in our states, our countries, our world? That’s the problem with everyone today. They’re thinking about themselves, their group, not the world.
walking along and the sand between my toes
here you come out from the depths
to displace me from my peace
there goes the sun under a veil of clouds
i lose sight
you’re in my way
well i already did this but i’ll give it another shot. my favorite activity swimming all day baking to a crisp no matter how many times i reapply but i don’t care catching starfish building sandcastles family always around.
Beach. The beach is where I would kill to be right now. Sitting in a bathing suit, a trashy novel in my hand, a cold drink by my side. I’d get out of my chair and leap into the water, emerging seconds later before getting tackled into the sand by him. He laughs as I fight against him, our skin turning to powdered sugar as the sand clings to us like the way we cling to each other.
sand beneath my feet
clouds pass swiftly overhead
ill come back to you soon
hopefully
will you be there when i return?
Sunny days ahead full of water, blueness, and salt. Wind whips around, umbrellas fly, and some fruity drink is just around the corner. Little kids cry about getting sand on their ankles and adults that should’nt be wearing revealing swimsuits decide to flaunt what the may (or may not) have. Good for them.
i love it. sandy waves tide pollution oil spill birds dishsoap dishes dorm room ugh hate roommate not more dorm rooms though spain next year! i will go to the beach in spain. oh somehow ended up with more time. sunburns no matter what spf i use, but i don’t care. catching starfish they stick to your hands and digging for sand crabs like little armadillos.
I was at the beach last week and I saw the strangest thing. It was like a half man half fish but not really like a mermaid either. it’s face was like a man’s face, with a beard and nose, but nothing like our faces.
I was standing on the beach. the smell of conch shells and alabaster were overwhelming. It was so beautiful it hurt.
Beaches are a cool guy and I wish there were more beaches round these parts because I am literally as far from a beach as it is possible to get in this wonderful country and I wouldn’t trade it for the world but honestly I would like to see beaches more often.
It was a summer place for the rest of my life even though now she never walks the beach or goes any nearer than the three blocks where she lives in a house more Victorian than any I ever knew.
The beach was hot beneath my feet. People swam in the waves or played vollyball with one another. The scent of a BBQ was everywhere, answered by the birds who flew over head.
What a refuge the beach is, I take my sorrows and one by one set them adrift as the gentle waves sooth my soul.
“I know you don’t like the beach, but it could be fun,” she said.
“I like the beach,” I exclaimed. “I just don’t like bathing suits.”
I imagined my discomfort among this group of Los Angeles friends. I was the obvious new kid from across the country, where it’s cold and a girl could easily misinterpret her own size under the weigh of coats and scarves.
It was a cold day, but I packed up my car for a trip to South Beach. The wind blew my car as it rocketed down the highway, buffeting me across the white line separating the lanes.
Away
from
here.
The sand beach seemed very brown in contrast to the bright blue seas that washed over it. Several seashells lay scattered across the sand, being helplessly carried away by the forceful tides of the ocean.
heavenly submerged in youthful memories, playing, laughing, enjoying the sun, the ocean, live life
She wandered across the barren beach, the grey sky chilled and overcast. the steel grey waves crashed against the nearby jetty, making just enough noise to drown her thoughts and forget the horrors that had befallen them all.
It was the smell of death that lingered in the heavy air of the morning shore. The sea bird’s lifeless body was buried in wet sand and salt. He stared, face long and withdrawn. He cried the helpless wail that strikes absolute fear into those that hear. He couldn’t help it; he was a mourner.
Every blond haired toothpick thin orange skinned girls dream. The holy grail of the douches.
He looks out the car window at the beach, passing by in a sandy blur as he drives. Today, today is the day, he thinks. Today is the day when I give her a ring and tell her that I love her. Today is the best day of my life.
pretty little place that i enjoy to stare at i work at the beach. such a wonderful scent it has, how i wish i could be a part of the ocean.but the beach isnt the ocean, is it? isnt it?
The beach…full of sand and sunshine. Its filled with souls and spirits of those ghosts who longed to be free. if you watch closely you will see their footprints in the sand. Follow them and it will lead you to a place full of serenity and peace. Most people don’t see the footprints, but I do.
The beach was cold for this time of year. The sand was even colder than the wind as I walked along the shore. My wife and kids came to mind as I looked down the beach at all of the seashells that scattered around. I remember my son just as I saw the figure out of the corner of my eye.
The sand is warm and flows over my toes like water. Waves would be crashing if it were not for the lack of water. Water would be cool and refreshing, if it were here. I cannot figure out why I am on a beach without water.
The beach has sand. It’s rough and coarse, it gets everywhere and it is very bothersome. But what, it’s soothing. The beach has great noises. The sound of crashing waves. It’s good.
i swam out beyond the breaking waves and looked back on shore, treading water. i love the way i can do this and watch as a slowly move down the beach, carried by the water. not active. just waiting to be moved.
I go here in my head. A place where nothing holds me back from being with the one I love. It is peaceful and clam, the waves make a sound that remind me of my last first kiss… I wished for a ring on my finger to sparkle like the reflection of the stars on the water did that night… i wished for the man I want to wake up next to tomorrow… and then I wished that this wasn’t more than just a dream.