i was on the shore one night when I saw the most beautiful woman. she came running toward me and pulled out a gun. BANG she fired and hit the zombie behind me.
Jake
“this is wonderful,”the professor-slash-doctor said,”this breakthrough will save lives from sea to shiny sea.from shore to shore,coast to coast…everywhere.
I went to the beach, but didn’t feel like I fit in. I saw lots of young girls with great bodies and I was self consciencous about my own. Again I feel that my life would be great if only I looked better!
Leah
the jeresy shore is a funny show to watch .. the people in it are so fake, they talk about each other like crazy, they are all the same… GTL ….
nubia
The ocean beckons just beyond that sandy strip. Only our voices laughing and talking can be heard barely over the crash of waves and the call of seagulls.
laid at the shore, toes sticking in, out, in out of the water
smelling the air
breathing in, out, in out.
i stand and walk further out. in, out, in out.
the waves thrashing deeper
and i inhale water
in out
in
out
waves beach old days miss it a tad horizon lifeguards aunt esther’s family vacations beagle that almost died at the shore chickie and where is she now doing what susie is dead
char osterlund
The sun beat down on the shore of the beach. The shore was scattered w/ pebbles and seashells. Tiny crabs washed up on the shore of the sandy beach.
sara
On the soft white sands of the shore, a quiet young girl was found lying quietly. The sun shone on her pale face, and she slowly wriggled her toes deep into the sand.
I walked along water lapping at my ankles. eating it in the icy spray. fish are swimming under me, by this shoreline I walk. I am standing alone but i know i’m surrounded by many things in this world. molecules and animals, there is time and space between me and everyone
emily
She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
He felt that she smelled like a green who-
Ah shore do love me some scented toiletries. Mah favorite scent is pine needles eh heh. You ever been in my bathroom? Smells good. Smells piney eh heh.
Come on over sometime. Ah’ll give ya a sniff eh he heh.
I went to the shore to find some pretty rocks. The weather started to become stormy and the waves picked up. I was afraid that I’d be caught in a storm and stuck on the wide-open shore.
Inside The School
shore she sells sea shells by the sea shore, blue, soft, sandy, light clouds, sea shells, sand castles , ice cream,
Me
I think what this means is about sea
kekik
I looked at the shore
of the beach
where water met the sand.
I thought of my childhood.
And getting lost in the waves.
My parents always saved me…
But what shall I do now?
we used to vacation in Leelanau, Michigan. We would walk up and down the shore looking for Petosky stones, between flocks of seagulls and crashing waves from Lake Michigan. Dad would trudge ahead, barefoot, leaving giant slushy prints for us to follow.
grace
At the shore, I can swim, I can feel the waves around me. I can feel the soft sands in my toenails. I can feel the wind in my hair. I can feel your presence. It’s awesome.
I struggled along the shore. Everything had built up, and I had been the one to carry his load for him. It was unendurable; I looked down and out dropped a tear. His load was full of misery and confusion, and I could feel it in my bones.
The shore was strewn with smoothes pebbled, broken shells, and husks of old crabs, dropped from on high by voracious seagulls, smashed, and gored out by beaks.
Sally sold seashells by the seashore. That’s not a very appealing job. Is there a lot of money in the seashell business? I mean you could just get up early and get them yourself. Unless, Sally lives in a world where she holds the seashell monopoly and controls all aspects of life on the shore. Eh. Probably not.
Standing on the seashore, her skirts were flying in the wind. The ship was long gone, but she couldn’t leave. She was as if grown into the ground. She would miss him terribly. Indeed, she would.
Aimael
I lived on the south shore of long island for 30 years. Miss the water, but not the people of the south shore. Oops, I accidentally went back and got to start over again. I use to love taking the ferry over to fire island. My kids love the shore at Ocean City. Wished we lived closer to the shore.
Hillery
I ran down the beach, feeling the warm sand in between my toes. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and choked on my tears. I put my hand on my forehead. Hot. I cooled my cheeks by pressing them into my shoulders. I looked out at the horizon, took a deep breath, and then started bawling again.
The shore was always yours. Your dreams
your memories.
I belonged to the mountains,
and they called to me.
That’s why I’m here.
That’s why we’re apart.
Maybe one day we will understand.
I stroll by the shore on a warm evening. The sun is slowly lowering down past the edge of the world. Far out, along the horizon, a flock of Canada geese fly in “V” formation, veering towards the south. A soft breeze sweeps ripples over the water’s surface. The light fades lavender-grey and the earth pauses till another day.
Elizabeth Barratt
I started to watch the birds near the shore in New Jersey
It was a warm sunny day out and there were a lot of seagulls
Ayyy yeah. Jersey Shore. Fantastic show on MTV, it’s a slightly embarrassing example of the human race, but that’s fine. It’s an obsession. Cabs are heeeeere!
been there done that, sand between the toes found many hours later, reminders of summer
gangsta musings
shore thing. Really Kelly? That’s not even how you spell that word…I hate it when people do that. I’m so tired of editing this essay. I should trash it. Like what Mom did to my cake. Dumpster. Comepletly. Said it was “pretty” we all know that means nasty. Thanks mom. Happy Birthday to you…There are so many other things that bother me about my mom. They bother me more than this pathetic essay Kelly wrote. “Shore” Jesus, Kelly.
sheristen
ocean clams oysters urchins creep along the sand. the sun shines and i am happy to
miriam
I stand. Smile as the breeze hits my face. The warm air reminds me of your chest. The ocean is like my tears.
Emily Nicole
I want to go live on the shore of an ocean. Visiting a shore is a lot of fun because you get to be near the water and walk around on the sand. There are lots of things to do while you are near a shore
Bob
the shore is always a fun place to be. on the edge of the ocean is the best! you feel the breeze and the sand but dont freeze yourself in the water. but its bad when you are on the shore like edna from ‘the awakening’ cause she died.
Emily
The shore was lined with the dreams of a lost generation, crimped and cramped by the ceaseless waves.
Bryan
I am sitting on the shore, nearly alone except for the toddlers and mothers down the way. My chair is sinking into the wet sand. I hear the shushing of the waves.
sea ocean seagulls waves, people laughing, volleyball, sand, food, sun, tan, swimming trunks, swimming, dolphins,
i was on the shore one night when I saw the most beautiful woman. she came running toward me and pulled out a gun. BANG she fired and hit the zombie behind me.
“this is wonderful,”the professor-slash-doctor said,”this breakthrough will save lives from sea to shiny sea.from shore to shore,coast to coast…everywhere.
I went to the beach, but didn’t feel like I fit in. I saw lots of young girls with great bodies and I was self consciencous about my own. Again I feel that my life would be great if only I looked better!
the jeresy shore is a funny show to watch .. the people in it are so fake, they talk about each other like crazy, they are all the same… GTL ….
The ocean beckons just beyond that sandy strip. Only our voices laughing and talking can be heard barely over the crash of waves and the call of seagulls.
laid at the shore, toes sticking in, out, in out of the water
smelling the air
breathing in, out, in out.
i stand and walk further out. in, out, in out.
the waves thrashing deeper
and i inhale water
in out
in
out
waves beach old days miss it a tad horizon lifeguards aunt esther’s family vacations beagle that almost died at the shore chickie and where is she now doing what susie is dead
The sun beat down on the shore of the beach. The shore was scattered w/ pebbles and seashells. Tiny crabs washed up on the shore of the sandy beach.
On the soft white sands of the shore, a quiet young girl was found lying quietly. The sun shone on her pale face, and she slowly wriggled her toes deep into the sand.
I walked along water lapping at my ankles. eating it in the icy spray. fish are swimming under me, by this shoreline I walk. I am standing alone but i know i’m surrounded by many things in this world. molecules and animals, there is time and space between me and everyone
She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
He felt that she smelled like a green who-
Ran out of time.
Ah shore do love me some scented toiletries. Mah favorite scent is pine needles eh heh. You ever been in my bathroom? Smells good. Smells piney eh heh.
Come on over sometime. Ah’ll give ya a sniff eh he heh.
what’s that rhyme again? the one that ends… sells sea shells down by the sea shore….
I went to the shore to find some pretty rocks. The weather started to become stormy and the waves picked up. I was afraid that I’d be caught in a storm and stuck on the wide-open shore.
shore she sells sea shells by the sea shore, blue, soft, sandy, light clouds, sea shells, sand castles , ice cream,
I think what this means is about sea
I looked at the shore
of the beach
where water met the sand.
I thought of my childhood.
And getting lost in the waves.
My parents always saved me…
But what shall I do now?
we used to vacation in Leelanau, Michigan. We would walk up and down the shore looking for Petosky stones, between flocks of seagulls and crashing waves from Lake Michigan. Dad would trudge ahead, barefoot, leaving giant slushy prints for us to follow.
At the shore, I can swim, I can feel the waves around me. I can feel the soft sands in my toenails. I can feel the wind in my hair. I can feel your presence. It’s awesome.
The shore is calming and I enjoy the serenity that always envelops me there. The air stimulates me.
I struggled along the shore. Everything had built up, and I had been the one to carry his load for him. It was unendurable; I looked down and out dropped a tear. His load was full of misery and confusion, and I could feel it in my bones.
I like the ocean shor.It is pretty.
The shore was strewn with smoothes pebbled, broken shells, and husks of old crabs, dropped from on high by voracious seagulls, smashed, and gored out by beaks.
Sally sold seashells by the seashore. That’s not a very appealing job. Is there a lot of money in the seashell business? I mean you could just get up early and get them yourself. Unless, Sally lives in a world where she holds the seashell monopoly and controls all aspects of life on the shore. Eh. Probably not.
Standing on the seashore, her skirts were flying in the wind. The ship was long gone, but she couldn’t leave. She was as if grown into the ground. She would miss him terribly. Indeed, she would.
I lived on the south shore of long island for 30 years. Miss the water, but not the people of the south shore. Oops, I accidentally went back and got to start over again. I use to love taking the ferry over to fire island. My kids love the shore at Ocean City. Wished we lived closer to the shore.
I ran down the beach, feeling the warm sand in between my toes. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and choked on my tears. I put my hand on my forehead. Hot. I cooled my cheeks by pressing them into my shoulders. I looked out at the horizon, took a deep breath, and then started bawling again.
The shore was always yours. Your dreams
your memories.
I belonged to the mountains,
and they called to me.
That’s why I’m here.
That’s why we’re apart.
Maybe one day we will understand.
I stroll by the shore on a warm evening. The sun is slowly lowering down past the edge of the world. Far out, along the horizon, a flock of Canada geese fly in “V” formation, veering towards the south. A soft breeze sweeps ripples over the water’s surface. The light fades lavender-grey and the earth pauses till another day.
I started to watch the birds near the shore in New Jersey
It was a warm sunny day out and there were a lot of seagulls
Ayyy yeah. Jersey Shore. Fantastic show on MTV, it’s a slightly embarrassing example of the human race, but that’s fine. It’s an obsession. Cabs are heeeeere!
been there done that, sand between the toes found many hours later, reminders of summer
shore thing. Really Kelly? That’s not even how you spell that word…I hate it when people do that. I’m so tired of editing this essay. I should trash it. Like what Mom did to my cake. Dumpster. Comepletly. Said it was “pretty” we all know that means nasty. Thanks mom. Happy Birthday to you…There are so many other things that bother me about my mom. They bother me more than this pathetic essay Kelly wrote. “Shore” Jesus, Kelly.
ocean clams oysters urchins creep along the sand. the sun shines and i am happy to
I stand. Smile as the breeze hits my face. The warm air reminds me of your chest. The ocean is like my tears.
I want to go live on the shore of an ocean. Visiting a shore is a lot of fun because you get to be near the water and walk around on the sand. There are lots of things to do while you are near a shore
the shore is always a fun place to be. on the edge of the ocean is the best! you feel the breeze and the sand but dont freeze yourself in the water. but its bad when you are on the shore like edna from ‘the awakening’ cause she died.
The shore was lined with the dreams of a lost generation, crimped and cramped by the ceaseless waves.
I am sitting on the shore, nearly alone except for the toddlers and mothers down the way. My chair is sinking into the wet sand. I hear the shushing of the waves.