Reading At The Beach Novels & Stories

The sun was not too hot, it was a cloudy breezy afternoon perfect for swimming and playing at the beach, though Bree intended to read instead of swimming. She was an hour into her book, until her little sunshine yelled for her, "Mommy! come swim!" Hazel called out giggling from the water where Gage had put her on his shoulder, dipping her repeatedly in and out of the sea level as he lowered himself and made his gorgeous chest visibly wet.

I stretched out on my towel and then sat up, digging my feet into the sand at the edge of my towel. The sand burned a little, but the heat felt so good on my skin. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying being on the beach. The ocean sparkled in the tropical sun, the sand glowed with sunlight. Gulls called in the distance, but the constant breathing of the ocean was all I wanted to hear. I never wanted to stop hearing it.

"If he didn’t leave you anything to do, then treat it as your break. I’ll go ahead, Arietta." I just nodded and smiled at her. Once my supervisor was out of sight, I moved on. I decided to head to the beach. There were quite a few people there. I saw some riding the banana boat and falling off into the middle of the sea. Others were building sandcastles on the beautiful beach sand. It was actually quite relaxing. For the past few hours, that’s all I did. Before I knew it, I had made my way to the entrance of the resort.

He just took the lemonade I handed him and nodded slightly. The beach wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. Families with kids building sandcastles. Couples walking hand in hand along the waterline. Someone playing music softly from a portable speaker further down. Normal life. No one looked at us twice and no one knew us And for once, I loved it. Talia eventually convinced us to walk along the shoreline. The wet sand was firmer beneath our feet, cool where the waves had just kissed it. We didn’t talk about anything heavy. We argued about whether seagulls had personalities. We debated which ice cream flavor was superior. We rated strangers’ sandcastle architecture like we were professi

That was her job. Around her, the beach was alive with people who had come to relax. A family was setting up a large umbrella nearby. A couple walked hand in hand along the water's edge. A group of teenagers laughed and splashed in the waves. A woman lay on a towel, reading a book, her face tilted toward the sun. Many people sure don't have more important work here. She thought as she observed her surrounding. Celeste returned her focus to her tablet. Column A. Column B. Numbers.

*** Tessa kicked her bare feet in the cooling shallow waters of the gently sloping beach, ambling casually and unhurriedly through the surf towardthe far end of the beach, to the tranquil spot far away from other people. She wore a small bikini in bright yellow, the colour she felt, did so enhance a good even tan and that in turn would improve on her already good looks. Equipped with the present novel she was reading, her sun hat, a good pair of sunglasses and a beach towel, she splashed her way along the deserted beach and then turned in and up the beach toward the tree-line. At about fifteen feet back from the sea and midway up the beach she stopped and spread out the towel, sitting down i

I stood carefully especially when the waves stirred up, which sent the children running away from the boasting of the waves. “I really enjoy this scenery,” I said in admiration of the beach, as I walked back toward Eleanor. She had two long chairs that were usually long, with the legs stretched out on them. I saw her, sipping a drink from the cups placed in front of her. I eagerly walked up to her. “You can't even wait for me,” I said, fixing my gaze on her. I strode toward the second chair and sank there. I leaned backwards, resting my back on it and turned to her.

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."

Vladimir drove me to the beach, the car’s engine humming softly as it traced the winding road through the remote coastline. The beach here was so isolated and untouched that few people ever passed by, making it feel like a secret world just for us. We stepped onto the soft sand, cool beneath our feet as the sun began its slow descent toward the western horizon. The orange sunlight spilled across the sea’s surface, mingling with the gentle waves, creating a shimmering dance like a thin veil of gold gauze fluttering in the breeze.

The idea instantly delights me, and we walk hand in hand toward the shore. The beach is a tranquil haven, the gentle waves lapping at the shore as if beckoning us to come closer. The sand feels warm beneath my feet as we stroll along the water's edge. The soft, golden glow of the setting sun casts a magical ambiance over everything around us. The orangish soil of Orange County overwhelms me with its beauty, and I find myself in awe of the natural wonder surrounding us. I kick off my shoes and walk barefoot, feeling the sand between my toes. The sensation is invigorating, and I giggle like a carefree child, my laughter blending with the soothing sound of the ocean.