Myrtle Beach Short Story

It was a beautiful hot summer day at Lake James, Indiana. My family and I were on our boat and my brother had just finished Wakeboarding. Now, it was my turn to go, so I put on my Wakeboard and jump out to the freezing water.

When the snow began to melt and the warming in the air began, I knew spring was coming. The cool breeze that came off the remaining snow left a crisp feel in the month of March. Spring break had finally come, and my step-mom and my father had planned a vacation to the beautiful Gulf Shores in Alabama. My level of excitement was overwhelming to go on this trip, not just because I was lucky to miss one day of school while returning home, but because I genuinely love the beach! Notwithstanding that I had never been to the Gulf of Mexico before, I pondered to myself if it would be more different than that of a beach on the Pacific Coast.

We usually head to the beach where i get a chance to unwind and take in a full day of beach relaxation. I the sound of the waves when we take our beach chairs down towards the surf. I kind of just slouch in my chair and relax. The cold wave tickle my feet and they get sucked into the wet beach sand. It's such a weird kind of feeling. It almost feels like my feet are being forced into a magical whirlpool.

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

My family and I walk in the hot sun to the outdoor public showers on the boardwalk to rinse off the grainy sand from off of us. I can feel the water slowly wash away the itchy grainy sand.

As I walk the vast stretch of beach my bare feet are mesmerized by the miniscule grains of tan colored rocks. With each step I feel my doubts and worries drift away as if a spirit came down and relieved me of them. I can reach down with my ever wanting hands and scoop up a mountain of sand and watch it in awe, as if I was standing at the base of Mount Everest, waiting in anticipation. I can feel its rough coarse texture on my warm weathered hands as the sand slips through my fingertips. I can see the various sand castles that the kids have made throughout the day. Most of them are simple with maybe one or two cylindrical towers and a shallow moat to keep out the attackers.

Not long after starting my freshman year of high school, my brother and I decided to go fishing because he had recently got his license and eager to hit the road. My brother decided to take us to a new spot that I was unfamiliar with, but after a couple hours became I became impatient and bored. So I decided to go towards the center of the river to cool myself down from the heat, little did I remember that there was downpour the night before so the currents were intense and powerful.

Pulling in one last breath and the sight of Robbie's horrified face, you're yanked under. The waves yank you further. Water enters your lungs as pain and fear smother your conscious. Your screams are silent; the water

When I’m on the water, there are really only two true feelings I get, complete peace or the exact opposite. From my experience, only the waters of Keauhou bay here on the Kona side of the Big Island portrays the best of the ocean. The calm, tropical beauty full of peace and scenery. Stroking the waters of my home bay in perfect sync with five of my closest friends, looking up to the photogenic stillness of the side of Mauna Loa and down at the constant flow of the colorful, glassy water. And then there’s the throbbing of blood rushing through our bodies at any other bay. The tremble in our fingertips as we sit ¼ mile away from the finish line side by side with our opponents. The rage in our minds when that green flag goes up and the only

The water splashed as I entered the freezing pool of water. I swam to the other end, flipped underwater, and pushed off the wall. The flow of the water against my skin felt as if I was breaking through a bubble of air. The movement of my arms and legs led me all the way to the wall at the other end. This was my passion. It was what I loved to do at the time. Previously, I was on a club swim team, all the way up until school season. I was anxious all day waiting to get back into that pool.

One reason the ocean interests me so much, both then and now, is because while it is so large and

I love the rush of the bitterly cold water running over me. I love the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I love the splash of the water against the monstrous rock walls. I love the zipping sound my rope makes against the anchors. I love it all. + wicked intro (I like how you repeat “love”)

I am from the sand in my toes and the wind blowing through my wet hair.

I was at the Ceader Run Pool with my friends , and I forgot something at my house so I went back to get it. There were a lot of cars coming in Ceader Run. When I got to my house and got the thing I needed I went back to the pool. But this time instead of walking to the pool, my mind said let’s see how fast you can go to the pool with your flip flops.

As a kid I spent more time on the beach, or by a body of water than I did in my own house. Even though each body of water is different I loved all the same. beach, lakes, rivers, even pools, all had its unique smells, textures, colors, and memories.