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Write a story that takes place at a beach house.
You can choose your genre, plot, and characters, but think how you can incorporate these around a beach-house setting so that it does not feel out of place.
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Beach houses; they're a great place for a vacation, a place where you can relax. So close to the water that the tide comes up to the posts holding up the entire structure. Where you can see beautiful sunsets, shades of pink and purple, reflected onto the water. The calm, clear, ocean waves lulling the occupants of the beach house to a peaceful sleep. The sand that got tracked in being permanently...
Eran las 3 am, la brisa me erizaba la piel, el reflejo de la luna en el agua alumbraba el ambiente con una luz plateada, era una llena, la marea estaba baja, el mar se escuchaba en calma. De dónde vino el grito ? Se siente sola la noche, escucho la espuma del mar filtrarse por la arena. Lo escucho otra vez, corro hacia el sonido, no siento las manos, los labios se me congelan, veo sombras y de rep...
The view was stunning. Ocean waters came almost right up to the door, with sand at the base of the door so close that it was touching the entrance. We had been looking forward to this vacation for a long time. It was truly oceanfront property, something we could never afford. Only now that we were there, sitting at the windowsill and watching the water creep higher, higher, higher - we wouldn’t ha...
Childhood conditioned me to loath and fear the beach
Though not for crabs or seagulls or whatever else there creeps
But for the very ground itself, the sand between my toes
For what lies beneath it, does anybody know?
Each step is a risk taken, a gamble with your life
Waiting for that sinking feeling, like the slicing of a knife
Lungs constantly on ready to be held at second’s glance
Barely even...
Mom gives a weak little smile as she pulls her suitcase over the threshold.
I look at the small house, the living room is nice. Right when you walk in your faced at a small hallway. If you look to your right it’s the kitchen and to your left is the living room. The whole house is just barely big enough for us.
Mom stands next to me, taking in a small breath.
“It’s nice,” I say, before she can s...
My father died in the waves. I fear I’m next.
Maybe with a little more background, you can convince me otherwise, but it’s important that I tell you how he met his death at the hands of that seductress.
She called to him, and he confided in me, “I hear her every morning when I wake. She sings songs to me from the rocks out beyond where a man can stand. I see her, draped in seaweed, and with a v...
The perk of sleeping in on vacation was that by the time I woke up, everyone who had to get up on Toddler Time already had cute stories and photos to share. My two-year-old niece had never slept in a day of her life.
Mom held out her phone towards me while I poured cereal into a bowl - Reese’s Puffs, a lifelong vacation favorite.
“Perfectly timed,” she said, indicating the photos on the screen. ...
Her dress was as green as gas station Jell-O, and its innards were equally artificial.
-Delores, “Turn Tables, Volume 2 in the Turnip the Volume Series”
MJ was particularly proud of Produce Plaza. He'd spent hours painting and flavoring fruit, warming the air to a perfect 57 degrees Fahrenheit, and selecting street clothes for the patrons. Against his better judgement, he'd slapped beards on jus...
The sand was coarse, Sandra felt each shard dig into her skin, like a thousand tiny knives.
Sand was glass, wasn’t it? She’d read that somewhere. Mostly likely one of Tony’s wildlife magazines, he was forever clogging the house with the flimsy things. Sandra had told him to keep them in the bathroom, at least then they’d be of some use. Now, newspapers. Those were much more reputable. Shame she ...
In a beach house
How I wish to be there right now
Close to the ocean
Escape the rat race routine right now
Inhale the salty air
Watch the deep blue sea outside
The rhythm of the waves
A balmy haven where I can hide
Seagulls cackling
A sense of freedom all over me
And the golden sand
Kissing my feet, just as it should be.
Sun caresses
Long walks under the blue sky
The warm breeze
I’ll never want...
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