Reading At The Beach Novels & Stories

I open the door to the car for him to get in, before I climb into the driver’s seat. ~ In less than an hour, we were at the beach. I sat on the trunk of the car, with a stick of cigarette between my lips but I don’t light it or smoke it. I simply have my gaze fixed on how Jaylene runs around the whole place with his trousers folded to his knees, playing with the low waves crashing against his ankles. He digs his feet into the wet sand, his arms spread out as he shut his eyes, enjoying the last ray of sunlight that paints a warm glow against his skin.

~Lucy~ The waves roll in and out, soft and steady, kissing the shore before pulling back again. I sit on the warm sand, my toes buried in it, watching the water glisten under the sun. The air smells of salt and freedom, carrying with it the cries of distant gulls. Palm trees sway gently, their shadows stretching long across the beach. For the first time in a long while, everything feels quiet, calm, like the world has paused just for me.

The morning warm sun shone on them as they strolled to the beach. —— The beach was booming with the sound of music coming from the wooden bar. The bartender hummed cheerfully as he polished glasses, the air filled with a sense of tranquility and joy. Amelia was immersed in the music, dancing, and singing along with a carefree grin. Lila and Robert sat on their beach chairs, soaking in the warm breeze as they discussed. “Come dance with me, love!” Amelia called out, her voice bright and playful. She ran towards Ethan with childish excitement, her laughter ringing out.

Those happy times…. They were sitting on the beach they had visited on their past vacation, in the bare sand. Facing the waves under the orange sky that is ready to bring the sun into the pool. “There is no such thing as happy forever,” Brandon muttered with a gentle smile, glancing at the love novel Diana was reading. Diana looked up from the novel. The light grew dim, making letter by letter more and more shaded. She gave up and closed the novel. “Why?”

She mumbled quietly. "Childish?" He questioned, a look of disbelief fixed on his face. She giggled and nodded. "Mm-hmm. Cute and childish." All he could do was shake his head. After arriving at the beach, he threw on a pair of sunglasses and a face cap. With the white sand everywhere, and the sea lazily engaging in a slow kiss with the shore, Beth smiled in satisfaction. There weren't a lot of people, just as she'd expected. It was the middle of a working day, after all. They got a spot under a public umbrella and after buying beach towels, they sat next to each other. Beth couldn't keep her eyes off the sea and the smile off her face. After a huge sigh, she closed her eyes, enjoying the fee

She read the prompts from the book, keeping her tone low and soft to not disrupt our mediation process. “Imagine you are at the beach. Imagine what you can feel. What you can hear. What you can smell. Can you feel the soft and warm sand under your bare toes? Can you smell the salt from the ocean and hear the waves coming to shore? Can you feel the light breeze and the warmth of the sun? Can you hear the seagulls around the beach? Imagine that you’re safe and nobody can hurt you where you are. Nobody is in danger, and nothing can touch you. Imagine your thoughts are like clouds and you see them drifting in and out of your view of the sky. Allow these thoughts to come naturally and watch them

and he just wanted to make her feel a little less miserable. He took her to the beach, everything was dark and deep. It seemed that even air had some special quality, it became harder and remained liquid. The beach was empty. Only rhythmic sounds of waves disturb this absolute silence. The ocean was quiet and the waves were slow. The dim light of stars and the moon create shimmering reflections on the water. It seemed like small pieces of light were moving towards shore all the time, but they never reached it.

They set up their umbrella and beach chairs and spent the next few hours soaking up the sun, playing in the sand, and dipping their toes in the cool ocean water. Rahilla loved the beach. She squealed with joy as her tiny feet sank into the wet sand, and she splashed in the shallow water with Alexa by her side. Valle joined them, helping Rahilla build sandcastles and chasing the small waves as they rolled onto the shore. They laughed together, completely immersed in the moment, feeling the salty breeze on their faces and the warmth of the sun on their skin.

Closing my eyes, I let me drift back to the vacation at New York City. Sooner enough I was already traveling through memory lane. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE. 14 YEARS AGO A BEACH AT NEW YORK The beach was crowded as it was summer and many families tend to camp and have fun during this period. A young tanned skin girl of about 8 years old sat down on the sand a little bit far from her family, wearing a dark blue hoodie and having a headphone over her head. Her beautiful grey eyes seems to shimmer as she stared with keen interest at the water, while humming a song and enjoying the quiet.

To a private beach only to get it filled up. I watched the women in Bikinis, walk past her as they talked to each other in whispers as if gossiping about something. The children playing and make Castles with the sand. And the basketballers throwing and catching the ball in the warm cozy weather of Garfield Beach. She shook her head and turned to her Female guard that was just nearby. She curled up herself on the picnic blanket, folding her legs together as the sea wind blew past her, covering her face with some strands of her hair. She tucked them back and sighed.