Write Your Name In The Sand Novels & Stories

Sandy: Good morning (smile emoji) I'm fine, thanks for asking, why so formal? Lucas : What's your plan for today? Sandy: It's my day out with Kevin. Lucas : Perfect! Stop by at Gino's for lunch? Sandy: (Hesitating) I can't stay long though, I promise Kevin we'll go to the beach. Lucas : Great! (happy emojis) I'll see you at Gino's at twelve? Sandy: See you Lucas.

Cosmo swore as though he had been stung or burned. "The bridge is wanting to break!" Cosmo barked out instructions. "Use the black sand to fill in the cracks but then - and this is not one of those you are going to do it better and different times - then send the black sand outward in a trail of how you would predict the crack to move in the void. Snake it along and find the sand I am sending across."

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

Carefully, I began pulling my feet out from the heap of sand, little by little until, they were out of the heap. I could not believe that after all these years, I was still able to construct a sand-house using my feet and sand. I felt proud of myself and shouted, "yes!" I cheered myself because there was no one to cheer me up and tell me that I did a terrific job. No one did instead, I did it by myself. I smiled and tried to touch one of the parts of the sand-house I have built, it was because I noticed some errors. But before I could touch the affected part, I heard a voice behind me.

For a moment, I contemplated murder. “Say yes!” Someone shouted and the others followed. “Say yes, say yes!” I felt the pressure in my bones, they were singing in my ears and I gave up. “Yes.” My voice sounded lower than usual. “Louder!” Someone asked. “I SAID FUCKING YES!” I snapped and Mr Montgomery put the ring on my finger before stand standing up. Then, pulled me into his arms and brought his mouth near my ear.

“It’s not your mistake. Maybe I was trying to teach you early!” Cara woke up and discovered that she was the only one on the abandoned beach. She breathed in the soft, hazy pink air and felt a sense of serenity wash over her. She sat and watched the waves, feeling the cool breeze blowing through her hair. With her finger, she drew a giant heart on the powdery white sand and carefully wrote “I love you Dad” inside before the waves mercilessly erased it. Cara smiled bitterly. “Everything fades away in the end!”

"Yeah, one last thing." She rolled onto her stomach again, "Honestly, I can't believe you haven't figured this out. I'm not sure why people think you're the smart one." As she teased him, she wrote an 'imu' in the sand. Then another. And another. But the word changed slightly each time -- just at the middle letter. Its outside legs grew a little longer with each new version. The legs curved inwards and joined at a point underneath. The middle leg shortened slightly. The middle letter wasn't a letter at all. It never was. He'd guessed wrong years ago and never looked back.

Then more than I could count. MAYA. MAYA. MAYA. Over and over, the same name, scratched into the wood in dozens of different hands, like it had been written by dozens of different people across dozens of different years. And beneath the last one, half a sentence, painted over before it could finish. "DON'T TRUST ANYONE"

When the bell rings, I plan to go out the school's back door and into the nearby woods. I listened to Mr. Gates. He told the class that we had to write a poem of our choice and read it before the course. The winners' poem gets published in the schools and the Kingdoms newspaper. I sucked in a sharp breath as the bell rang, signaling it was lunchtime. I quickly pick up my books and the notes and head for the door, I bump into someone, and I mutter a sorry, I look up at the person I just bumped into, and my brown eyes widened. "I.....I am sorry I didn't see you there." I stuttered, taking a step back. "you will be." Sandy huffed and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and walks out of th

I handed out the pieces of papers and pens to each of them which they were all accepting. “What’s this Merry?” Olivia questions. “I have thought of an idea that I hope will work.” I tell them. “Why does it need to have papers and pens?” Zion asks. “Message in a bottle.” I say. “We write our complete names on this piece of paper. We also write where we came from and a message that you want to write for a person in this circle. Then, we roll it and put everything in this mason jar.” Harry smiles at me before he starts writing.