I stand and turn in an unsteady circle, trying to orientate myself. The mist surrounds me and the waves surge and retreat, hissing and scraping like a reptile dragging its scales over the rocks. I don’t know it the tide is coming in or going out. I force myself to breath slowly and the beach comes into focus; sand and shingle dotted with rocks and dark clumps of seaweed. There’s a row of streetlights high above the beach. They look familiar, and I walk toward them until I stumble into the base of a wall leading up to the road. I run my hands over it. It’s uneven and slippery with lichen, and too high to climb. I want to give in, to sleep it off and wake up to how life was before. My eyelids are heavy, and my head droops toward my chest. Then, in the seconds before my eyes shut, I see it. Tucked in a hollow formed by an overhang of rocks and tethered to a ring in the wall, is a wooden boat. Warm grey against the darker stones, it’s as deep and broad as a child’s …show more content…
My head rests on a tangle of damp sheets and there’s a coil of rope under my feet; I’m lying in the bottom of the boat like a character in a fairy tale. I’m as light and insubstantial as the thread of my breath in the cold air. It won’t last, this lightness, there’s always a price to pay. Already a dull pain is creeping from my temples and across my scalp, settling on my skull like a cap designed for torture. I stroke the soft splintery wood of the hull, the gentle curves like cupped hands that had held me as I slept. I want to stay curled up amid the sheets and coils of rope and watch the clouds and gulls glide across the sky, but I’m cold. My arms are pimpled with goose flesh. I can’t see my clothes, and I stand up to look for them. There’s a man sitting a few yards away, rolling a cigarette. I duck down again. ‘It’s all right, kid,’ he says. ‘You’re in my boat. I didn’t want to scare you, but I have your stuff; it was all over the beach. I’ll bring it
I walked out onto the still white sand of fort Myers Beach and inhaled the peaceful air. The sand twisted around in between my toes as I was walking towards the calm ocean. I looked back and can see the beautiful palm trees sway in a relaxed, controlled way. The sun shone off the ocean just enough to make the water sparkle. I heard the quiet voices of the tourists that were sprawled out in the sand soaking in the easeful beam of the sun. I laid my towel on the sand and spread myself on it. My skin absorbed the rays just enough to make me feel warm. It was heavenly to spend time and laze in the sun. It was like the world was full of peace. At that very instant I felt stress free. I sipped my ice cold water and felt the chill of water travel
“Go and get it.” There’s a murderous look in his eyes. Panicking, Kate’s eyes dart from side to side as she stutters excuses “I-I can’t sir I don’t know how to swim I can’t-“
Everyone has a place where they go to escape all the pressures and worries of life. There is always that one spot that can that can soothe all your problems and troubles in times of stress. For me, it’s the South Padre beach, the cure to all of my problems. While I am there, all of my obligations are suddenly erased.
As the sun quickly rose over the visible horizon of the dark blue, brisk waters of the Atlantic Ocean in Palm Beach, Florida, John knew he was late as he threw his rod and tackle box onto his fishing boat. The boat had a navy blue hull with white and brown accents that emphasized the boat and on the side was painted “Sharon” in memory of his wife who had died the year before. He untied the cleats attaching his boat to the pier, started up the engine and as the exhaust filled the air, he set off.
The ocean in South Carolina is an amazing site. You see boats,people,fishing,swimming,children playing. If you like any of those i suggest moving there. One day my dad caught a 75 pound stingray.
Once upon a time, there was a lake behind my house. Everyone always went to the lake and sat down on brown benches and fished. They always went home with big bags or buckets. I haven’t seen one person go home with a small bag or bucket!
It has been said that technology has already taken over, just not in the way we expected it to. Instead of mind-controlling microwaves and appliances that turn into robots, we are slaves to our computers. This led me to think about a calm, clear night this year where this was most apparent.
The family sprinted over to the dock, just as its last crew member was preparing to
Eliza slammed the front door, her brown hair whipping behind her as she ran out of her house. Tears streamed down her face with a huge red hand mark was imprinted on it. She saw the barbed wire fence that bordered her city since The Great Attack and only hoped it wasn’t electrified at the moment… she thought of the lake beyond it, the lake always seemed to be a part of her child-hood. When she was younger, Eliza thought back, her father hadn’t minded the border. He often took her over, and to the lake, where they played for hours before returning home to a furious mother, but still, he didn’t mind. Eliza pushed the thought away, her father was dead, he was no longer a burden to her… at least, that’s what her mother had said before they got
The trip back to Africa seemed longer than the initial trip to England. Seeing the rolling hills of forest and jungle, Henry was taken in awe. Jonathan came up beside him, “Home, sweet home,” he sighed. Upon docking, they were all warmly greeted by Monsieur Dumont. “Welcome back, Porters! I assume your trip went well?”
I stared into the dark murky lake. The black waters rippled, revealing plastic bags, soda cans, and orange peels. The stench wafted up to my nose even when standing fifty feet above. I peered below and shivered involuntarily due to the icy wind hitting me like a ton of bricks. Tightening my grip on the rails, I leaned back to control my shaking. Voices surrounded me, encouraging me to jump. But I was transfixed on what’s below. Taking a deep breath, I took one step forward.
As if the news had not been horrible enough for the boys, Miss Tewksbury dropped the final bomb. “And lastly I have some exciting news!” she beamed. “Our Cheerleading squads have agreed to attend and cheer for the Swim Team. This should do wonders to help boost morale with the team, especially when we are at away meets. The cheer coaches had to go through a bunch of paperwork to get all the parental consents, but this afternoon she received final approval. They will be visiting us next week for the first half hour of each of our practices to better understand us so they can develop some appropriate cheers for us. Isn’t that exciting news?”
At this instant exiled from my tribe; I headed toward to the shores of my former home. With only my trusty canoe, I was in search of a new abode. Furiously marching in the forest, I contemplated on what I was about to do. A short instance of gibberish interrupted my thoughts. Instantaneously, I carefully placed my canoe on the forest floor and hid in a nearby bush. With sweat falling from my smoky caramel body, I slowly peeked out of the brushy trees and into the calm ocean waves. Near the shore, I spotted an ominous giant canoe looking structure. Never have I seen such a colossal raft. I was just about to exit the forest to inspect, but I heard a snap of a twig behind me. My stomach clenched as I gasped for air. I turned around. The last thing I remember was seeing a pale image of a man, after that, just darkness.
It was a glorious day in summer, not too hot, and I decided to go to the Beach Club at the Resort for a quiet and peaceful lunch. It was a perfect day to read a good book, with the ocean as the perfect backdrop, and I had brought with me a Janet Evanovich book I knew might make for easy but enjoyable reading. The seas were so calm the waves just lapped on the shoreline.
The water was cool against Ursula’s skin as she slipped into the pool. It wrapped around her like a familiar embrace. It felt like home. Swimming had always been something she had done, like singing. She swam before she could walk, sang before she could talk. Inside the blue-white of the pool, breath held, head underwater, that was where no one else could reach her. In the water she was invincible. Fastest swimmer in the district. Today had proven that yet again.