Writing Prompt

You are home.

Home is the warm sand beneath your feet, as it pushes through your toes, the sloshing of the sea as it runs up to you, swirling about your feet and causing a shiver to go up your spine. Home is the warm summer sun, or the winter storms, home is by the sea, where you know your home is.

You stand, as you do every morning. Warm mug of coffee in hand, smelling the rich aroma of the fre...

The strong breeze brings along the smell of the sea. It’s not necessarily just a salty smell, but a smell that only the sea can bring along.

The breeze also carries the smoky smell of hotdogs grilling, and funnel cakes being fried. The boardwalk air is heavy with the smell of sunscreen and sweat, which radiate off of everyone around, including yourself.

With exhausted eyes and heavy feet, you ...

Sugary doughnuts oil fried. It lingered in the air and I closed my eyes and took as much of a breath in as I could.

Tripping over my head hits the sand. Luckily it wasn’t something worse like pavement. The smell of sugar disappeared and all I could smell now was the wetness of the sand on the shore. I look up wiping my face and moving in the direction I was going, only to encounter the smell of ...

Sitting there. The hard graduals of sand digging into my skin. The breeze hits hard as the tide returns from its trip out to sea. With it bringing the scent of everything. All of the things I do not know but am desperate to learn.

I close my eyes and hear it crash against the land, thinking of how powerful everything wave can be. Beautiful and destructive. Full of force and intimidation.

I brea...

I sit on my balcony, my gray hair flying across my face and the sea breeze floating along my wrinkled skin. The ocean is right in front of me, I could throw a rock and it’d plummet into the sapphire depths. The air was crisp, its smell was salty, yes, but something more. It held secrets, and seemed to hold the key to a vault of memories and a vast collection of stories that “once were”. I remembe...

Susi’s head throbbed. Her mouth was dry and tasted of rancid wine. She felt the damp grit of sand on half her face. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, gunked together with last night’s mascara and remnants of false eyelashes. It was barely daybreak, but she could see a few earlybirds out, walking dogs or getting a jog in. Her party dress from last night was wrinkled and askew. Her shoulder length cur...

Ava sat cross legged on the beach, she closed her eyes and tried to let the sea cleanse her, invited it to wash a sense of calmness over her.

As her eyes closed, her other senses were heightened. She could hear the waves smacking and fizzing on the shore, smell the damp salt and musty sea air.

Her eyelids flickered. She couldn’t relax. It had been a mistake to come here. Even though it was warm...

Why is ‘ocean breeze’ such a popular candle scent? Have the creators ever been to the ocean? It smells nothing like those fake blue blobs of wax. Nothing clean about it.

I’m staring at the steely blue water now. I smell seaweed baking in the noon sun, flies buzzing around my ankles. If I walked further down the beach, I’d smell a bloated, rotting seagull. It’s been there for a couple of days. Pro...

“Captain—dad, forgot I’m not supposed to call you that. What the fuck did we hit?” His daughter asked, peering through the glass, eyes of wonder, no fear laced in her wild brown eyes.

“What did I tell you about cursing?” He asks, instead.

“To do it quietly?” She replies, face still smushed against the clear window, “Dad, what if we hit a rock? Remember what happened to the titanic?”

“Our boa...

By the seashore, the sight is beautiful. Watching the sunrise was like watching a bird hatch from the egg. Sunset was a fire slowly dying with the embers barely glowing. The waves crashing on the beach sounded like a cascade of beads falling off a shelf. But it is the smell that stays in your head the most.

The scent of a clean but busy beach is sunscreen and a little bit of salt. A trashed beac...