Reading At The Beach Novels & Stories

Coraline Breeze whipped strands of my hair across my face as I climbed down from the car and watched the nearly empty shoreline of the beach from this distance. “Come on,” Chiara called over her shoulder, bending to pick up her kicked-off sandals before walking towards the water. I did the same and followed her, the sand cool beneath my bare feet. “Here’s a good spot to sit,” she said after a while of walking then unceremoniously dropped her ass into the damp sand, stretching her feet out so the waves touched her toes every time they rolled in.

It's been good for me, I can feel it working it's wonders as I focus on the sounds around me; the soft crashing of the waves in front of me, the sounds of other beach goers around me, birds in the distance. "And that's book number four" I hear my loves sweet voice beside me. I turn my head and squint my eyes open to see Amelia happily setting her large political thriller down onto the table beside her lounger, shaded underneath the large white umbrella. Apparently she's had enough of feeling like she's burning to a crisp, I certainly haven't.

Addie This beach is like nothing I've ever seen before. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, the smooth lines of the sand. We got here too late last night to actually look at it, but this morning, this is the first stop we've made. "Tomorrow night, as the sun's going down, when there aren't so many people here, we'll ride the bike down to the water. Maybe take a little ride in the shallows? How's that sound?" Wild asks as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

Lena stretched out on her towel, the sun baking her oiled skin as waves crashed rhythmically against the shore a few yards away. She adjusted her black bikini top, the thin strings digging slightly into her shoulders, and closed her eyes behind her sunglasses. The beach buzzed with distant laughter and seagull cries, but here on this quieter stretch, she savored the solitude, the salty breeze drying the sheen of sweat between her thighs. Her sarong lay folded beside her, a vibrant turquoise scrap against the white sand. She hadn't noticed the four surfers until their shadows fell across her legs, blocking the heat.

By the time she moved, the room was already dark. She carried the book with her out to the balcony at the back of the house, the one that overlooked the beach. The air was cooler now, salted, the kind of breeze that wrapped around your skin like comfort. A soft outdoor light flickered on automatically, bathing the space in a warm glow, providing her with just enough light to read. She curled into one of the chairs, bare feet tucked beneath her, and kept reading. Waves rose and fell in a steady rhythm, everything was so peaceful out here, she could stay here the whole day.

Tate “I’m so ready for the holidays aren’t you?” I ask Lilly and Tammy as we lay ourselves down on the loungers and stretch out, the sun sure feels good on my skin and I am literally soaking up every ray. It’s not too busy just yet but then we are early to the beach today. A couple of old folk are walking hand in hand and it is so friggin adorable, I smile wondering if that will Liam and I when we’re seriously old.

She smiled at me, and we had a shower together. *** The beach was nicer than we had expected. The sun was high and shining brighter. It looked like a beautiful day to be outside. The beach was filled with people having fun. People were lying back, basking in the sun. We could try this too, but Hope wouldn't be up for it. The waves were roaring as they approached the shore. People were also playing volleyball, some surfing the waves and the rest playing in the water.

The ocean stretched endlessly before them, its deep blue waters shimmering under the afternoon sun. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, filling the air with the scent of salt and freedom. The soft hum of distant laughter, the occasional cry of a seagull, and the warmth of the sand beneath his feet made Ethan feel something he hadn’t in a long time—at peace. He lay back in his beach chair, sunglasses shielding his eyes as he took in the scene before him. Hannah and Lily were walking along the shoreline, their bare feet sinking into the wet sand with each step. Hannah’s laughter carried over the breeze, light and unguarded.

Rhea The beach was quiet in the late morning, that particular stillness before the heat peaked and everyone came out. I had found my spot on the sand, close enough to hear the waves, far enough from the house that nobody would interrupt me. Or so I thought. I stretched my legs out and adjusted my sunglasses and listened to the phone ring twice before Elora picked up. “Finally,” she said. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten I existed.” “I’ve been busy.”

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."