Writing Prompt

Walking the beach like I do every morning, I noticed this object in the distance I had never seen before. I quickly approached it and studied it for a few minutes. Something was telling me to touch the strange black-and-white objects. I slowly reached my hand out and touched the objects. An incredible noise came from the peculiar thing. “What could this wonderful thing be?” I thought. I pressed an...

The water washed the sand from her toes. It felt soft and silky. Apart from the sound of the waves, everything was still. Lana savored the quiet and the moment of being alone. The horizon was glowing red; night was falling. _I should head back before Elowyn starts worrying_, she thought. She nudged a seashell with her foot and turned to leave.

Then she stopped.

Where there had been nothing but s...

As I walk on this beach I hear a song that draws me closer. It’s so sweet so smooth. It sounds like a large orchestra. I can see the the glimmer of the shining wood but it only 7 play that I see standing.

As I get closer the sound get bigger but I can’t see the faces of the players. But when I get to the instruments there just sitting in the sand of the beach all crack and ruined.

But the sweet ...

As the sun crept over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, she strolled along the shore, the rhythmic pulse of the waves lapping at their feet. She had walked this path every morning, a comforting ritual that allowed her to lose herself in the serenity of the ocean. But today was different.

There, embedded in the sand like some ancient relic, stood an ornate piano, its intricat...

Trying to fit in

Doesn’t seem hard

But when your

me it’s so difficult you

Feel like you have

To be like the rest but

You just have to drown your

Sorrows instead trying to

Look like the rest all

Pretty and perfect

But im not perfect I’m a mess...

The gentle lapping of the waves against the early-morning beach sings to me like a mother sings a lullaby to her coveted baby. I sway my head side to side, snap my fingers, and smile along to the tune. The wind whips at my hair and my lips taste of sea salt. Brine and the scent of sea creatures fills my senses, the warmth of the rising sun confirming all the promises of a new day.

I look around ...

My grandmother always told me that music will always find you. Either in the soft chirp of birds, the serene ocean waves in the night, or the laughter of friends enjoying each other’s company. Her words made me listen closely for the hidden notes, rhythms, and time signatures in every moment. Even when I couldn’t find anything, my grandmother came to mind instead.

Even more so when she died.

Dur...

In the distance, I see the grand piano. It doesn’t look like it washed up; it looks like it has been there all along, part of the sand. I walk these beaches every morning, though, so I know that it’s always there. As I reach out to play a chord, I think l know why it’s there, too.

The sound is deafening. Even above the waves, I can hear the song I’m playing. A song from my childhood, when I was ...

The westerlies blow like a mighty lions roar as I walked silently through the beach grass. The beach grass is the best dancer on this side of Biloxi. The grass dances as though it has something to be joyful about every day. It swiftly rises and falls on my ankles as I look towards the Gulf. Never know quite what the weathers going to down here in Mississippi. I see some small sand crabs as I walk ...

A western wind picked up early that morning. Infusing the ocean waters with heightened enthusiasm. It spoke to her in a way as she sat there, watching the roughness of it all. Dawn was surly approaching, the faint, dappled glow of the sun's rays just barely visible. Still, she could make out the growing waves eager to flood the shores, but alas, the hour was low, so they waited. Building energy wh...