Stories tagged “beach”

  • My Memories, Part 4

    We exchanged numbers, so we could keep in touch, before saying our last goodbyes. I was never one for final farewells, I’m still not. I don’t know what compelled me to do what I did; maybe it was just the thought in my mind that I might not ever s...

  • Omphalophobia

    The beach. The horrible, beach. The bikinis, speedos. OH! The hairy ones are the worst! I have nothing against a persons body, nothing. But when I see that belly button, just…. there, I can’t help but shudder. EWW! And the outies? You could...

  • At the beach [poem]

    At the beach I watch seagulls Flirt with gravity. I can feel all my problems fading As I lift my face to receive the sun. I sink toes into seemingly bottomless sand And contemplate what it means To be meaningless — Just another grain in the hourglass...

  • The Beach Philosopher

    Raging surf smashed tiny bits of sand into tinier bits. The cold overcast skies reflected my mood as I walked up the lonely beach, trying to find where I had gone wrong in our relationship. Ahead, where the early fog met the sand, a kneeling figure fad...

    • Author: N2UX
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Insanity Calling- The Party (Mature)

    The party was a hit. Matt and Shawn’s place was fantastic, lots of room, plenty of expensive thing to break, in-ground pool, and (ofcourse) more than enough alcohol. Over two hundred attended the late night summer bash. Most were on the main floo...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Swimming

    Eric wobbled over to where Shawn stood. Shawn took removed a pocket knife from his jeans. and ran it across Erics hand, cutting deep into his palm. “Dude, what the hell?” Matt gave a confused look. “It’ll go quicker now,” ...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Scream (Mature)

    Matt’s jaw dropped. He struggled to get a word out, but could not. Shawn remained frozen, like stone. His glaring gaze never turned from the spot in the water where his so-called friend had just been masacred. Even in the darkness, they could bot...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • What They Wanted (Mature)

    “We-we killed him!” Matt blurted out between violent sobs that now took over his body. “Oohhhhh my god! Oh my god! We killed him!” Matt was down on his knees beside the bloody hand and his own pile of vomit, his voice distorted ...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Waking Up

    Yawwwwwn I open my eyes, excpecting to be in my comfy, plush bed with the pillows all around me and my cat snuggling next to me… But alas, there is sand in my pajama shorts and in my hair. I have dried seaweed stuck to my legs and arms. I see my ...

  • It's the End of the World and It's Absolutely Beautiful

    The ocean is a sickly yellow with waste but the sky is still blue a few days out of the year. I have no idea why this is the case but it doesn’t bother me. It’s days like these that I like to take my beach chair out of my hideout and take i...

  • Hog-Tied Car Ride

    Tom drove his new Mercedes convertable for hours. He enjoyed hearing the sweet hum of the motor as he accelerated. Occasionally he heard the wimpering of his passenger on the back seat floor who was hog-tied and had her mouth duct-taped. He turned the ...

  • Rose Garden

    I know I was wrong, but I felt that I was right. You had told me to walk way, and come home. (A late husband’s voice remains inside my head.) Rose Garden a place of peace. I was only twenty when I had bought the remaining share of Rose Garden, it was...

  • Ocean

    Reunited, finally; but our time will be short My long lost friend, my other half My short lived summer romance A seasonal wonder, a temporal treat It’s so good to see you again I missed you like I have never missed another being I dream of you ye...

  • West Coast Dreaming [Retro Ficlet]

    The wide expanse of the beach was golden in places, nearer white in others. The dunes were layered with browns and reds and topped with the yellows and greens of the tenacious plants that held on against the shifting nature of their footholds and the r...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Never Break Tradition

    This was the first New Year’s I had ever spent without my parents. We would always go down to the beach at ten to twelve, a packet of Smith’s chips and a bottle of Kirk’s creaming soda tucked under our arms. Sometimes we would see dru...

  • Encounters at a Beach

    Grains of supple sand, caught in between my toes and spilled across my heel, seemed of an endless supply at Tourmaline Beach. I stretched my legs before me, settling into my blue and red striped beach chair. Marcel Pagnol’s works, in his own tong...

  • Black Gloves

    We stood on the shore and gazed at the oil platforms in the distance; wondering if there were any poor souls trapped on them, pulling double overtime to feed their families. We talked geopolitics, surfing techniques, alcoholic beverage preferences, any...

    • Author: moesef
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • One Month Later

    “You think we should maybe take off?” Mischa asked as Ben closed the door behind him. Mischa sat on the stone steps, her sun dress blowing in the warm breeze. “I’ve never seen them blow up like this before.” Ben sat down c...

  • Three Months Later

    “It’s over,” Mischa said. She and Ben were walking down the beach as the moon was rising over head. “Yeah, Adam said the same thing,” Ben replied. Ben could feel the gold promise ring on Mischa’s finger as he held he...

  • Seashell

    I have this seashell. It looks just ordinary, like any other seashell. It’s blueish and white, a little smaller than the palm of my hand. It’s got this goldish spot that shines sometimes, in just the right light. But that’s not why I ...

    • Author: wytherwings
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Drifting

    The wind hums and moans, but my ears barely notice. All they can focus on is the melody dripping from beautiful mouths and plucked guitars, carried by the wind, twisting past me in ribbons of mischief. My head turns to locate the source, unable to find...

  • Waking

    The sand envelopes my bright pink toes, painted earlier that iced tea afternoon. Printed green, soft yellow, and coral pink chairs sing cleanly as we sit against their white wicker backs. The waves glitter and roll, playing tricks for our shining, smil...

  • encounter part 1

    My feet scamper along the creaking soft-splintered wood. It feels worn and ready for me. Without shoes, the sun scorches them, so I move quickly. His head hangs at the end of the boardwalk, his chest bare, his slightly-defined muscles sun-kissed and f...

  • encounter part 2

    Wait. My neck turns my head, the wind still twirling my hair around its fingers. His mouth opens, ready to speak again. We both hear a rhythmic swishing sound from the other end of the boardwalk. Hey, Pete! Come on, we’re leaving. The swishing is co...

  • Sailor, Oh, Sailor!

    After three summers, across the solid white quay, the red-haired sailor trudged through the ankle-deep shore back to me. Since his departure, a coastal war broke out. I was a boy when he left, but blood was now on my conscience. Over his shoulder, a ru...

    • Author: E. Williams
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5