On The Beach Novels & Stories

I reply to him, trying to sound relaxed. He chuckles. "Alright, then. I will take you to the beach." He drives down the road, makes a left turn, and drives until we arrive at the beach. The air and the sand remind me of home. I pull off my shoes and feel the grittiness of the coarse sand underneath my feet. "The beach is usually full in summer. Right now most people are still busy with their businesses." I look around at the scantily populated place. "It's really cool out here."

The rubbish almost decorated the floor of the beach, different colours, shapes and sizes. As if with the sun all the noises of the beach disappeared. Lonely and quiet the beach was still and silent. Only the light sound of waves was crashing against the soft sand. The cold and salty breeze of the night was shivering them all. Like them, others were also sitting on the sea beach in a group and were chatting merely while testing the foods of all the stalls nearby. It was almost night when Helen stood up from her place and while stretching, she declared, "Alright I am sleepy. So I am going back."

Andrew caught her hand in his and strolled along beside her, the gritty sand squishing beneath their feet. The sun’s rays glittered in the ocean’s undulating waves and overhead, a screeching gull dived towards the sand and some discarded morsel only just discovered. Spaced along the sand were various other groups of people—some couples, some families with children. A few groups of bathing-suited young men putting on obnoxious shows playing volleyball or shouting and splashing in the waves to get the attention of the groups of bathing-suited young women. Most beachgoers not in the water rested on beach towels or blankets directly in the sun, their belongings tucked beside them. Others, like s

The summer sun beat down on Crescent Cove, scorching the golden sand beneath a sky so blue it almost hurt to look at. A nor’easter kicked through umbrellas and carried the scent of salt, coconut sunscreen, and hot chip grease across the crowded beach. From the dunes, radios barked in overlapping choruses—footy scores, ads for mower parts—until the familiar opening riffs of “Highway to Hell” roared from a nearby speaker and were abruptly cut.

They walked down to the beach. It was Saturday morning and the beach was not empty but it was not full either — the particular LA Saturday occupation of a public space, families and joggers and the occasional person sitting alone looking at the water with the expression of someone who has come here to be in the presence of something larger than themselves. They walked on the wet sand at the water's edge.

He made a noise of approval, so I guessed. Tiny?! I shook my head. As the giant began to move I saw both Christian and Vance further out by the tree line watching. They both had huge smiles on their faces and I had to imagine they were glad I didn’t get up here by myself. I managed to free one hand and wave, which they returned. Thankfully as the beast walked on he moved at a slow pace, taking us all the way to the beach. It still practically took my breath away every time I saw it. White sandy beaches, completely clean with less than a dozen people milling around. Clear water as far as you could see.

And there was also an afternoon at the beach that included everyone. Maya was explaining how the beach is on the lake, about half an hour drive from the packhouse, and it has a good stretch of sand so they can play beach volleyball, relax in the sun, and swim. That event will end in the evening with beer and roasting marshmallows over a campfire. Talia listened to this attentively because she never went there. The outing on the beach was totally Maya's idea and it sounded fantastic.

Camera flashes erupted around me as students lifted their phones to record everything. “Stop!” I cried out, trying to cover myself. They didn’t stop. They laughed. They enjoyed it. Tears blurred my vision as cold air hit my exposed skin. Then Mara—Jessica’s second-in-command—picked up the largest torn piece of my dress, shook her head dramatically, and said: “Oops. Looks like it accidentally fell off.” Before I could react, hands grabbed me again. “Wait—no—please, I can’t—” They dragged me toward the pool.

Monterey beach is a favorite place for surfers and tidepool watchers. Fishing is popular, too. This beach is an excellent place for beachcombing. Ari and Savannah enjoy walking on the beachfront with their hands intertwined. It made Savannah relax her mind. Having Ari on her side added more security and stability to her life. Ari would like Savannah to relax before their meeting with her therapist tomorrow.

The worst thing imaginable is being a Ramos-Benley-Troy sandwich. I let out a breath of relief when Ramos happily obliges and takes my place beside the idiot he calls his only friend. "I love black beaches." I sigh in content and lean back on my beach towel, enjoying the contrast of the blue waters against the black sand. I'm glad Minnesota's Onyx Beach has recently been opened to the public. I gotta admit, it's in pristine condition. Still, it does not make me want to swim in the warm water, especially because this site was once used for taconite mining.