The Beach Novels & Stories

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 sky is blue, and the sun is out. As soon as I get to the beach, I strip down to my white bikini, settle my clothes inside my bag, and drop it next to a secluded spot. My bikini molds to my body perfectly, and my hair is falling loosely around my shoulders. Beneath the sunlight, my hair gleams like a crimson beacon, and my body glows like molten honey. I look around the beach and smile as I watch the waves lap the edge of the sand, and the foamy white surface of the water beckons me.

When morning came, Clara and her friend were enthusiastic and eager to go see the beach, quickly they parked their stuff, sunscreens, hats, and all the things they would be needing into a bag and headed for the beach. On reaching the beach, Clara could see people cheering and laughing, some laying under umbrellas, wearing dark shades. The salty wind hit her nostrils and she felt the warmth on her face. She could feel the sand squishing slowly through her toes as she walked down the shoreline of the outer banks, the beach surely is Clara's favorite place to be.

I flee to the beach, seeking solace in the vast expanse of sand and sea. I kick off my shoes, relishing the warm, gritty caress of the sand against my skin as I walk along the shore. The rhythmic crash of the waves soothes my frayed nerves, and I close my eyes, breathing deeply, letting the salty air fill my lungs. For a precious moment, I allow myself to forget, to push the anguish to the edges of my consciousness.

It was truly a nice weather when they were set out to the beach. By the time Lars and Len caught a glimpse of the Lesath Beach, they were left breathless. The view was truly picturesque, with pinkish sandy beach surrounded by tall cliffs and there were little rock islands scattered on its crystal clear water. Myriad of bright summer colors from the people and umbrellas also adorned the whole beach. "Holy shit that's so beautiful!" Len exclaimed. "Come on, Lars. Come on!" "Alright, alright. Slow down." Lars could only just laugh along as he was dragged by Len.

And with every step she took toward the beach, her chest felt heavier. Because she knew exactly who she would see there. And she knew exactly how far away he would feel. ******* The beach was breathtaking. Golden sand stretched endlessly beneath the afternoon sun, shimmering like molten gold wherever the light touched it. The ocean sparkled with thousands of dancing reflections, turning the water into a sea of scattered diamonds. Gentle waves rolled onto the shore in a steady rhythm, while the endless blue sky overhead seemed to promise a perfect day untouched by worry or pain. Unfortunately, beautiful scenery could not heal bro

I looked around on the deserted beach. It was a sun drenched angelic beach...the sunlight glittering on every grain of sand, the beach idyllic, white and fresh. This beach had only magnificent shells resting on its pillow like, floor.The sea washed in, a small wave washed across the sand dissolving the remaining foot prints of Dylan. I didn't know what to do ,i closed my eyes and listened to the melody of the sea. I was suddenly interrupted by sudden pair of hand around my waist,picking me up like a little baby!

Mia POV. This beach is simply beautiful. The sunset glitters against the surface of the water, and the only sounds you can hear are the waves lapping against the shoreline and the distant call of gulls. There isn’t a single soul in sight except us. Looking around, I see a cave not far away. This part of the beach is pretty secluded. There are sea defences running from the shoreline up to a wall. No doubt built to protect the land from the harsh sea.

We set up our tent and sat back down on the sand as we stared at the bonfire and the beach in front of us covered in total darkness. “Why did you want to come here?” Harry asks me. “There’s something about this beach that speaks to me.” Harry nods, “I agree with you. There is something unexceptionably magical about Pacific Beach.” I nod back at him. “Did you know that the water of this beach is connected to the Pacific Ocean?” Harry states a did-you-know fact which was surprising to me. “That’s why the waves here are bigger and more monstrous. It’s also a perfect place for professional surfers to surf.”

Tossing my shirt onto the lounger, I all but tripped over my flip flops trying to follow her. ***Sarah POV*** The sand was warm between my toes as I ran towards the water. I’d never been to the beach before and seeing the ocean up this close was something I had always wanted. I stopped at the edge of the water, letting the waves splash up over my toes. It wasn't as cold as I'd thought it would be. “Sarah?” Dom asked, and I looked over my shoulder at him. “Never have I ever been to the beach.” I giggled and he grabbed my hand.