Beach Bum, Say I Do !: A Short Story

"So there you have it…" Arnold took deep breath as he finally finished his story. He leaned back against his chair and waiting for Gerald reaction.

I feel the gentle hot sand beneath my bare feet the tips of shells peek from the holes in the sand. The ocean….. I look over to see Allie sitting in her purple beach chair and i began to walk over across the sand. I haven't been to Willow cove beach since I was 3 when my mom was drinking all night at the beach bar and left me until someone called the cops at 2 in the morning to pick me up. So now I usually go surfing at Clearwater beach instead.

Why do we search for something greater than our existence itself? What makes us crave the unknown, the unexplored? Since the beginning of time, humanity as a whole has always tried to better itself, to perfect the art of civilization. The Beach is a prime example of human kind's quest for the perfect society, our own Utopia. In our minds, a Utopia is the "perfect" community, where no flaws are established, no problems occur. Yet, human kind typically will always destroy itself, no matter how perfect their community seemingly is. Deterioration of these makeshift communities is inevitable. This is exactly what happened to the community at the Beach. Their discreet society was single handedly destroyed by one man, named Richard.

After manuel asked her to be his they went right to the beach which was located about ½ of a mile away from the restaurant. They rolled down the beach with his fantastic car playing some old school music full blast like if they were the only people on this earth. This was their special day and no one on the earth can ruin this. When they pulled up to the beach emmanuel pulled up to the first parking spot. He got out of the car and went to go open the door for his new wife.they both walked down the beautiful sand where the sand was clear of any sticks and rocks. The night was just right with a beautiful full moon and the sky nice and dark. The walked romantically down the beach line feeling the nice ice cold water with their feet. Maria was walking a little fast because she had wanted to get to the end of the beach where they had sat for about 1 hour. They talked about a lot of their date and how much it meant to

Since I was a little kid I love to play at the beach .For me beach its like a second home, I could spend half of my dayat the beach, built a castle from the sands, swam to catch the waves, or just simply sat there to wait for mr.sun came down after the whole day he was busy brighten up the world , by the way I did these activities after I came back from the school of course. i used to go to the beach with my mom and my dad, they taught me how to fish and swim without any lifevest for the first time. It took me a while to finally know the basic of swimming even though we lived near the beach. Furthermore, when I was a little grown up, ofcourse I went to the beach with my friends more often than my parents.

It was a nice sunny day on the beach in the Bahamas. There was a nice, calm breeze and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. In the distance there were other islands and boats, and a giant building. It looked like a picture out of a magazine.

This photograph was taken on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii in 2015. It was taken during sunset and as the tide had gone out, revealing a wider coastline. The world-famous beach is manmade and since 1951, over 80,000 cubic meters of sand has been imported to replace sand lost through erosion from heavy rainfall, sea swells, wind and tropical storms.

It was a bright sunny day in Virginia Beach when I went outside to check for mail in the mail box. That is when I realized that I was invited to Wiz Khalifa’s birthday but there is one thing better than that it’s in atlantis in the Bahamas! Then the unthinkable happened Travis Pastrana and Kevin Hart showed up in a big jacked up super duty Dodge with a trailer full of dirtbikes, and at that moment I knew it was time to party. “ I said i’ll be right out with my stuff!”

In April of 2014 my family and I went on our annual family beach trip to Destin Florida. We usually pick a month during the spring because it is not too blistering nor too icy and the temperature of the water is exactly right. I want to say the climate remained in the low 80’s the entire time we were at the beach. This particular trip is very special to each and every one of my family members especially my dad.

I shook the gift anxiously hoping to figure out what my grandfather sent me in the colorfully wrapped box. Yet after hours and hours of guessing I still couldn't figure it out. My mother strictly forbade me from opening the gift till the next morning, and my curiosity was driving me insane. The box was so light-weighted that it felt empty, and when I shook it simply made a faint sound so I couldn't even make a guess as to what it was.

You have been in the car for a very long three days. You have sat in a line of cars 10 miles long. You have endured your annoying siblings, stressed out parents and the cramped space of the car. You have eaten junk food and soda for days. Your legs are screaming to move, you think you will never arrive. You have heard rumors about the beach. Sand so white it sparkles, water crystal clear, ships the size of buildings, and hotel rooms the sizes of houses. You finally start to see the first signs of the ocean first the tall tan coconut trees, then the smell of the salt water, and then the roar of the waves. Then you finally see it the ocean, so big and so blue. Full of life, adventure, and discovery.

It was late March during Spring Break in Fort Lauderdale, our famous tourist season which dubbed my city “Fort Liquor-dale” to the college crowd. The beaches were bustling with cars from out-of-state and lively with snowbirds basking at the ocean's edge with oily, sunburned bodies in colorful bathing suits, and wet, clinging trunks soaking up the last few rays before the sunset.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.

It was December 22nd, 2016 in the middle of a cold miserable winter, my extended family and I took a trip that we will remember for a lifetime to Dominican Republic. Dominican Republic is a Caribbean country that is well-know for their beautiful beaches. After our long, stuffy plane ride we landed in the Punta Cana airport, right as we stepped out of the plane we felt the sun dazzling on our pale, white Minnesota skin. Arriving in the country, at first I was overwhelmed with everything. Seeing the crowds of eager people coming and pushing against me to get where they wanted to be was overwhelming. I finally grabbed my heavy luggage and rushed to the exit to get to our taxi. Driving through the city was such an experienced, I observed how much difference it is there then Minnesota . I looked around and noticed little kids walking around with no shoes on or supervision I also saw families riding a tiny motorcycle with no protection and drove unsafely it gave me anxiety watching it. I observed trash everywhere lying on the side of the streets, it was such an eye opener to me to compare where I live to how they live and how thankful I was where I live and how I was raised. After driving through parts all around the city we arrived to our resort that we stayed at which was such a jaw dropping sight. When we got in we met some people that work there. They greeted us and were so

Every year my family goes on vacation. This year we decided to do something new. For the first time in forever, we were going to go to a beach, Myrtle Beach, with a bunch of other families. My brother and I were super excited we could hardly fall asleep. The next morning, we quietly climbed out of out warm, cozy beds and got ready. Soon after that we all piled into the car ready for the long trip that stood ahead of us. It was roughly five thirty in the morning and everything was still pretty dark. None of my neighbors were up except for us. We all got comfortable and started our long twelve hour journey. My brother and I slept for the first five and a half hours while my mom gave my dad the directions. It wasn’t until we woke up that we got bored and irritated. For the rest of the ride, my brother and I slept, looked lit the window until we got bored, and occasionally stopped for a bathroom break or food. It wasn’t until we got there when we were overjoyed. We weren’t just happy to be there, we happy to get out of the car.