makes me think of boats, big boats, doesnt have to be nothing or no one on the boat.. its also dreary in the day i believe its a sunday dont ask why it just seems to be the day id sit by a shore and watch boats.
Shuzansocks
The shore was bearded with lake foam, which melted in the sun as gulls danced gracefully overhead, delighting in the blue of summer.
Bearded Lady
the thing at the edge of the ocean, the connection between land and water, the beautiful transition from the calm unto the turmoil, something that without doub gives meaning to the uniformity of humans, to their connection with each other, that we are all together, that every piece of our cells calls out to every other soul in the universe.
Brittney Barlett
its true. i miss you. i am sure of it. and it can’t help it. i wish i could though because i know you are not good for me. but whats a girl to do when all she can do is think about you. you and me. what we once were
Sandy and warm, the shore offers a place for people to vacation, come together, and have fun. With its many activities such as surfing, digging for crabs, and building sandcastles, the shore is a place for people of all ages.
teresa
Being on the beach when I was a kid. Laying in the sand searching for clams with my family & having my back so badly sunburned that I couldn’t lie on it for a week. It was worth it.
Aylin
Hey, I just wrote about the shore….Now I’m at it again for real…the real Jersey Shore is NOTHing like the TV series!!!
He walked down the beach and looked out along the water. Waves. Surf. Sound. Birds. He liked the shore. He liked the wind on his face. He liked the smell of sea and salt. Oh crap. He stepped in bird droppings.
the shore was filled with sea foam and sea shells galore as waves splashed upon its surface and small shell creatures hustled and bustled about in the sand.
Amanda
one day i went to the sea-shore with my friends.
Sadia
I want to smell that cool salty air once more. I want to see those eyes to match those far away waves. I just want. Is that so bad?
he put his foot in the white foam, and it disappeared quickly. little frantic birds dodged the water, as if their lives were, in fact, in danger. he thought about going for a swim, but sharks kill people at dusk.
Peter Kendall
Sitting silently on the shore
Looking on the waves
Breathing
It was sandy and rocky and the waves kept hitting the shore. I was scared the waves were going to wash me into the water. I wouldn’t go anywhere near the water. Then my brother through me into the water and i got my clothes all wet. My Uncle gave me his jacket and told me I looked like Obi Whan Kenobi.
Natalie
Walking along the shore, sea shells scraping up against my feet as the waves push them into me, I stare out into the vast blue. I’m waiting for something, I’ve always been waiting for something, but I simply don’t remember what. I don’t remember why I come to the shore every day. I only know that I must.
The ocean is really beautiful. I love to feel the wind and get sprayed by the salt. I can’t wait to go to my cousin’s wedding next week in the Virgin Islands. She is getting married on the beach. The Oregon coast has loud crashing waves.
Moey
I went to the shore the other day just to think about all my problems. It was so peaceful and relaxing.
jolie
The shore was gray from the impending storm. Seabirds wheeled in wider and wider circles, buffeted by the increasingly brisk winds from the east. The surf grew choppy and its color blended with the gray of the low clouds and the shore.
DM
I like the shore. Except when you see the fat people in bikinis…that’s disgusting and it needs to stop now. Kthanks.
Waves lapping at my feet and the scent of fish and saltwater mingling in my nose, eyes, and mouth. Salt on my lips. Jumping waves with my brother, and feeling hot hot sand under my feet. Running to my towel, then back to the water to cool off.
Marisha
The shore, the jersey shore. The beach is where you find the poor. The homeless man with his bags of stuff, the surfer living out of his car, the dog going woof.
Down by the shore I saw the turtle struggle to return to the surf. The eggs now buried and the hope for the future now in the hands of fate and human ignorance. What will become of them in a short while when they hatch and struggle to enter the surf by them selves?
Crashing onto the shore, the waves rose dark and gray, mirroring the steely sky. Kira stood against the dunes, shivering slightly, and wondering what the day would bring.
at the shore with my best friend. most would take pictures in the and. but we sat on lifegaurd chairs and for hours we contemplated the concept of time. we came to a conclusion that all time is is light… i love her. we are different than most.
anastasia
The man stepped back as the surveyed his painting. His darling daughter by the shore. She was so sweet even moments before taking her own life.
Desi
and all she wanted was door
a bottle of pills on the bathroom floor
and one thing she was almost sure
she wished she was dying on the shore
She missed the eyes that opened wide
The heart she’d opened up inside
She’d rather not she’d rather lie
She’d rather run then stayand die.
Megan
The m&m’s that blast the shore cry for Gore to shake the floor.
The shore was dusted in gold. Truly, it wasn’t real gold, but rather something sparkling that only glimmered when the water hit the sand. I stood with my feet buried beneath the sand of the shore, watching it clump over my wiggling toes.
Ariana
She walked along the shore. It was a quiet and peaceful place this late at night, with the sun slowly setting over the horizon. As two young seagulls flew over head, she got the strange feeling that everything would be okay with her life no matter what happened. She would make every last second of her life count.
Ryan Wendel
A shore is a beach, the lining of the ocean’s blue with the cream of the sand. It is where land meets sea, and where much enjoy ment is found by tourists, locals, and athletes.
As I squish my toes through the moist sand, being fully aware of the minuscule crabs and shells beneath me, I trudge on. I continue on, all the while hoping to reach the rendezvous point by sundown.
she glanced to the shore, mouth turned down in a slight frown. The dingy gray sands seemed to meld straight into the blue and brown waters. She turned her back to it with a faint sigh, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms.
Lila
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Josh
A shore is a beach, the lining of the ocean’s blue with the cream of the sand. It is where land meets sea, and where much enjoyment is found by tourists, locals, and athletes.
Kyla Truman
I immediately thought of this song by Tori Amos that is called seaside. I don’t know why, I haven’t even listened to the song in a long time…I guess it reminds me of the shore or at least the ocean in a way. Hmm. Weird mind of mine. I hate the beach by the way.
Teeps
Thus far, I had been walking in a northerly direction. The river curved around the northern part of the state, and the city was within a few hours walk of its shore. It was NOT a big city.
So why has it been taking me so long to walk through it?
The beach is the place to be. The boy knew that. In fact, it’s all he ever knew, ever since his mother had died and his father only spoke of the shore. The shore was beyond heaven. Beyond here. Beyond the gray death that crept around him every day.
Dahn
a sandy place with water cos of the sea and waves where people run around with sand between their toes and there are shells and rocks and sometimes you can find small fish there
makes me think of boats, big boats, doesnt have to be nothing or no one on the boat.. its also dreary in the day i believe its a sunday dont ask why it just seems to be the day id sit by a shore and watch boats.
The shore was bearded with lake foam, which melted in the sun as gulls danced gracefully overhead, delighting in the blue of summer.
the thing at the edge of the ocean, the connection between land and water, the beautiful transition from the calm unto the turmoil, something that without doub gives meaning to the uniformity of humans, to their connection with each other, that we are all together, that every piece of our cells calls out to every other soul in the universe.
its true. i miss you. i am sure of it. and it can’t help it. i wish i could though because i know you are not good for me. but whats a girl to do when all she can do is think about you. you and me. what we once were
i collected shiny orange shells along the seashore in cape cod. they were so beautiful like gold, treasures.
Sandy and warm, the shore offers a place for people to vacation, come together, and have fun. With its many activities such as surfing, digging for crabs, and building sandcastles, the shore is a place for people of all ages.
Being on the beach when I was a kid. Laying in the sand searching for clams with my family & having my back so badly sunburned that I couldn’t lie on it for a week. It was worth it.
Hey, I just wrote about the shore….Now I’m at it again for real…the real Jersey Shore is NOTHing like the TV series!!!
sally sells sea shells by the sea shore
He walked down the beach and looked out along the water. Waves. Surf. Sound. Birds. He liked the shore. He liked the wind on his face. He liked the smell of sea and salt. Oh crap. He stepped in bird droppings.
the shore was filled with sea foam and sea shells galore as waves splashed upon its surface and small shell creatures hustled and bustled about in the sand.
one day i went to the sea-shore with my friends.
I want to smell that cool salty air once more. I want to see those eyes to match those far away waves. I just want. Is that so bad?
he put his foot in the white foam, and it disappeared quickly. little frantic birds dodged the water, as if their lives were, in fact, in danger. he thought about going for a swim, but sharks kill people at dusk.
Sitting silently on the shore
Looking on the waves
Breathing
It was sandy and rocky and the waves kept hitting the shore. I was scared the waves were going to wash me into the water. I wouldn’t go anywhere near the water. Then my brother through me into the water and i got my clothes all wet. My Uncle gave me his jacket and told me I looked like Obi Whan Kenobi.
Walking along the shore, sea shells scraping up against my feet as the waves push them into me, I stare out into the vast blue. I’m waiting for something, I’ve always been waiting for something, but I simply don’t remember what. I don’t remember why I come to the shore every day. I only know that I must.
The ocean is really beautiful. I love to feel the wind and get sprayed by the salt. I can’t wait to go to my cousin’s wedding next week in the Virgin Islands. She is getting married on the beach. The Oregon coast has loud crashing waves.
I went to the shore the other day just to think about all my problems. It was so peaceful and relaxing.
The shore was gray from the impending storm. Seabirds wheeled in wider and wider circles, buffeted by the increasingly brisk winds from the east. The surf grew choppy and its color blended with the gray of the low clouds and the shore.
I like the shore. Except when you see the fat people in bikinis…that’s disgusting and it needs to stop now. Kthanks.
Waves lapping at my feet and the scent of fish and saltwater mingling in my nose, eyes, and mouth. Salt on my lips. Jumping waves with my brother, and feeling hot hot sand under my feet. Running to my towel, then back to the water to cool off.
The shore, the jersey shore. The beach is where you find the poor. The homeless man with his bags of stuff, the surfer living out of his car, the dog going woof.
Down by the shore I saw the turtle struggle to return to the surf. The eggs now buried and the hope for the future now in the hands of fate and human ignorance. What will become of them in a short while when they hatch and struggle to enter the surf by them selves?
Crashing onto the shore, the waves rose dark and gray, mirroring the steely sky. Kira stood against the dunes, shivering slightly, and wondering what the day would bring.
The water builds up quietly on the shore. The water tickles our toes and we laugh and laugh on the shore.
at the shore with my best friend. most would take pictures in the and. but we sat on lifegaurd chairs and for hours we contemplated the concept of time. we came to a conclusion that all time is is light… i love her. we are different than most.
The man stepped back as the surveyed his painting. His darling daughter by the shore. She was so sweet even moments before taking her own life.
and all she wanted was door
a bottle of pills on the bathroom floor
and one thing she was almost sure
she wished she was dying on the shore
She missed the eyes that opened wide
The heart she’d opened up inside
She’d rather not she’d rather lie
She’d rather run then stayand die.
The m&m’s that blast the shore cry for Gore to shake the floor.
The shore was dusted in gold. Truly, it wasn’t real gold, but rather something sparkling that only glimmered when the water hit the sand. I stood with my feet buried beneath the sand of the shore, watching it clump over my wiggling toes.
She walked along the shore. It was a quiet and peaceful place this late at night, with the sun slowly setting over the horizon. As two young seagulls flew over head, she got the strange feeling that everything would be okay with her life no matter what happened. She would make every last second of her life count.
A shore is a beach, the lining of the ocean’s blue with the cream of the sand. It is where land meets sea, and where much enjoy ment is found by tourists, locals, and athletes.
As I squish my toes through the moist sand, being fully aware of the minuscule crabs and shells beneath me, I trudge on. I continue on, all the while hoping to reach the rendezvous point by sundown.
she glanced to the shore, mouth turned down in a slight frown. The dingy gray sands seemed to meld straight into the blue and brown waters. She turned her back to it with a faint sigh, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms.
school home happy place college ecc holy cow smart guy 18 lake shore home angola ny hi andrew omg facebook
A shore is a beach, the lining of the ocean’s blue with the cream of the sand. It is where land meets sea, and where much enjoyment is found by tourists, locals, and athletes.
I immediately thought of this song by Tori Amos that is called seaside. I don’t know why, I haven’t even listened to the song in a long time…I guess it reminds me of the shore or at least the ocean in a way. Hmm. Weird mind of mine. I hate the beach by the way.
Thus far, I had been walking in a northerly direction. The river curved around the northern part of the state, and the city was within a few hours walk of its shore. It was NOT a big city.
So why has it been taking me so long to walk through it?
The beach is the place to be. The boy knew that. In fact, it’s all he ever knew, ever since his mother had died and his father only spoke of the shore. The shore was beyond heaven. Beyond here. Beyond the gray death that crept around him every day.
a sandy place with water cos of the sea and waves where people run around with sand between their toes and there are shells and rocks and sometimes you can find small fish there