2d Plastic Beach Novels & Stories

There was a ton to see and do in Wildwood. The second Dillon set foot on the concrete in front of the Wildwood sign, he went over to one of the big cement beach balls. They almost totally lined the perimeter of the big circular platform of concrete around the sign. The obnoxiously painted cement balls were popular for selfies and family pictures. People would even climb up into the spaces inside of the giant letters on the sign to take pictures.

I wanted the ocean to go on for forever, and I liked the illusion that it did. Noah suddenly disengaged our handhold and took off for the water. He sprinted across the sandy beach and ran into the foam of the waves. I hurried after him, afraid he had seen something that needed rescuing. Dolphins had been known to wash up on shore, or even exhausted swimmers. When I caught up to him, he held up a small bucket with various plastic shovels attached to the handle. They were just cheap, plastic beach toys, but he held them up in victory as though he had rescued a mermaid.

"The walls are currently made of orange rubber. I think we can handle that." I stood up and crawled to the entrance, unzipping the flap to let in the fresh air. The beach was littered with new driftwood and seaweed from the storm. The lagoon was a brilliant, sparkling turquoise. I stepped out onto the sand, squinting against the glare. I walked a few paces toward the water, intent on checking if our 'HELP' sign had survived. I stopped. "Nathaniel," I called out, my voice tight. "You need to come see this."

“Speaking of tourists,” interjected Pelli, “this beach is kinda quiet and boring. It ain’t a beach unless there’s kids making castles and a whole lot of pale people getting sunburnt.” “You can add a few,” Miko said. “Simply command it to add what you want. I only loaded us into a base template.” Pelli rubbed his chin as he thought about what he wanted. What he expected at a typical beach. Then again, he didn’t want to mar the whole thing with too much stuff, too many tourists. That would completely ruin the scenery.

“Quiet, with just the rushing waves and an endless view.” He removed various tools, setting them out on the beach. They weren’t typical sand toys. He had a funnel, a putty knife, a paintbrush, and various cylindrical containers. “Why don’t you spread out the blanket and we’ll have lunch first?” Unfolding the blanket, she flattened out the wrinkles as he proceeded to produce more odd items she’d never think to bring to a beach. He had a melon baller, an ice cream scooper, and two spades. Last, he withdrew a large paper bag.

I did my makeup and added my new dark red lipstick to finish it off and curled and sprayed my hair into beaves waves. We finally headed to the beach that had been partitioned off for the party, there were already loads of people filling the area with music wafting from big black speakers, people were drinking from their red plastic cups and dancing while loads were chatting away It was crowded as far as the eye could see. We looked over to see a large marquee, it was black with all side down except from the front where you could see the makeshift bars where drinks were being served. The black marquee and the beach were lit up brightly with large lanterns and dotted around were tall tiki torc

The idea of living by the beach, with its soothing waves and calming horizon, has been a beacon of hope through the darkest times of my life. As we pull up to the property, my eyes widen in awe at the first glimpse of the house. It's a charming two-story structure, painted in a welcoming shade of pastel blue. The exterior is adorned with white trim, giving it a coastal cottage vibe. A neatly manicured front lawn stretches out, offering a hint of greenery against the backdrop of the golden sands and azure waters of the beach.

The air carried a salty tang, mingling with the sweet scent of sunscreen, creating a blissful atmosphere. We kicked off our sandals and made our way to a spot near the water's edge. Dante's eyes sparkled with anticipation, his swim outfit revealing his toned physique. He was a sight to behold, exuding a magnetic charm that drew me in like a moth to a flame. With a mischievous grin, Dante suggested we build sandcastles together. We settled down on the soft sand, our fingers digging into its warmth. Seashells, seaweed, and other beach treasures littered the area, inspiring our imagination. We molded the sand into intricate structures and laughed.

Tiny edible seashells, starfish, and pearls were scattered across the surface, glistening under the sunlight, while a few playful dolphins crafted from sugar appeared to leap through the creamy waves. “It looks like a real beach!” one of the children exclaimed, his eyes wide in awe. Eunice looked up at Christian, her tiny face full of wonder. “Did you really make these for me, Uncle Christian?” Christian smiled, his usually serious demeanor softening. “Of course, princess. Only the best for you."