Manhattan Beach Novels & Stories

I told him with a smirk, trying to keep a straight face and hide the smile that threatens to erupt on my face. “Ouch! You hurt me Hilly,” he muttered softly, feigning a hurt look. “Nah, you’re just being dramatic. You’ll survive.” I said teasingly. After lunch, he took me to a Beach house in a private estate, uptown. I’ve never been to this part of the city before, it’s beautiful. The lawns are well maintained and the flowers are so beautiful. On each side of the road, there is a line of trees, with birds chirping and perching on them. It looks so serene and glamorous. How I would love to take a walk with him in this peaceful atmosphere, devoid of all the noise and disturbance from the city.

Ryder pulled up to the beach house raised in the air by concrete blocks. The light blue building almost blended into the clear sky line. The beach looked dead compared to the beaches of New York with its long boardwalks and various attractions. The only person on the street was an old man walking a black Lab. He parked under the house, stepped out of the car and took a long whiff of the salty air. At this moment he could go for some salt water taffy. Maybe Alecia and he could find some later. But he needed to win her back first.

One side unveiled the dazzling chaos of Manhattan’s skyline; the other looked out over the calm, endless sweep of Manhattan Beach, where the sea kissed the horizon with a hush. A paradox in glass and stone— chaos and serenity, coexisting in lavish harmony. Davina stood silently, unable to move. It felt like something pulled from the ashes of her dreams. A dream she never dared to dream again after leaving this country five years ago. A dream she had buried five years ago.

“Thank you, mom. We’ll return soon. Bye.” Manik was playing with my hair when I was speaking to his mother. She is such a sweetheart, so as his father. “Would you like to go to the beach today?” “I thought we would go to your mother’s place and spend some time with her as we’re returning to New York. But we can go to the beach too, if you want.” Manik got up, settled on the bed resting his back to the headboard. Then he pulled me on his lap. “Your ideas are always best, sweetheart.”

But, "Kids can wait awhile. But thanks for the compliment." We all get in the cars and leave. Manny lives in the Noble Square Neighborhood of Chicago. We all park. Manny and I proceed with giving them a tour of 'Our Home' as he puts it firmly. My family really likes it. Grammy is in love with the Jacuzzi tub in our bathroom. I haven't even been in there yet. Maybe tonight I'll hop in. After the tour one of my favorite aunt, Shenita asks Manny.

Maybe they can search the club and find clues about where Eddie was. “Hmm…I know the place. Very popular amongst young folks, isn’t it?” officer Mendez added. “Yes, it is. He took me there because he thought it would be more fun than going to the movies,” I said. That’s right, Marina. You are doing a great job. I gave myself a pep talk in my mind. “And then what happened?” Det. Baker asked. I looked at him with confusion. “What do you mean.” “After he took you to the club. How was the date then?” Det. Baker repeated while scribbling away in his little notepad.

BEACH PARTY ~ Melanie, Amanda and Charlotte all drove to the beach in Melanie’s sedan car. It’s a new car her boyfriend, Frank, had gotten for her. With a rush of excitement on their faces, they flew their gazes across every faces on the beach. Darkness loomed around with shadows lengthening outside. The only source of light was the moon, the stars in the dark sky. Fairy lights glistened on the small stage which was centred on the beach.

I needed to be alone, to visit the one place where I felt closest to her—the beach where we had spent so many of our happiest moments together. ************** I arrive at El Matador beach, a hidden gem tucked away along the Malibu coast. It wasn’t the usual crowded stretch of sand that people flocked to; instead, it’s a secluded paradise, with rugged cliffs and rock formations that gave it a wild, untouched beauty. The beach hasn’t changed much since those days. The same gentle waves lapped at the shore, the sun casting a warm golden glow over the sand. Looking into the beach space, it’s as if I could almost see us there, laughing and chasing each other through the surf, her smile brighter t

Eventually, I made a stop at Manhattan Beach, where memories of our time together flooded my mind. I ran my hand through my hair, the ocean breeze carrying the whispers of our laughter, our tears, and our promises. I turned my gaze toward the familiar shores, and I let out a sigh, and the same haunting question echoed in my thoughts, 'What went wrong?' and I felt a lone tear roll down my face.

The rhythmic sound of crashing waves provided a comforting backdrop as Marianne strolled along the shore, the golden hues of the sunset reflecting on the water. The beach held a special place in her heart, a sanctuary where the vastness of the ocean seemed to absorb her worries and grief. As Marianne walked, she couldn't help but recall the countless childhood memories spent with her father by the sea. He used to build sandcastles with her, teach her how to skip stones, and share stories of his own youth. The beach, once a place of joy, now held bittersweet nostalgia.