Short Story : ' The Sand Covered Sign Caught Your Own Risk '

The shore near, the scent of home far, but I clung on. The rough bark of the log chafed against my bare chest, and my hands were weary from holding on. I inhaled, praying that my body can push toward the sand, and I felt my strength bitterly rise for a last stand. I heaved my futile body on the dry sea of sand and quietly allowed the light to dance one last time in the sunset of my existence.

A few miles northeast of Bath ME, down the stretch of route 1, to the right, you come to a dusty road covered in rocks and leaves. The rocky dirt road comes to a stop were a small, rough path takes you through the peach colored brush to a hot sandy beach. The beach glimmers in the sunshine turning the grainy sand into a golden blanket. The beach winds around westward clifts for four miles. Towards the east, segmented by a river emptying its contents, the beach gradually plunges down into the chilly Atlantic ocean, where rushing water from the river clashes with the salt water. The waves roll and crash on in like the sound of African drums, on rhythm that never stops. On the horizon where the water meets with the sky an island sits with a lighthouse perched on the land looking out for dangers that lurk. The sky continues on to the animated clouds, carrying one's eyes up to the heavens.

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

I awoken, dazed and confused. Instead of being on the ship as it glide across the sparking sea; I’m on the shore completely covered in sand from head to toe. I looked around my surroundings, from the small insects crawling on the beach to the wild

Sitting on the shore of the beach in the morning purity, a memory was faced. One that was unfamiliar but petrifying. An erratic emotion triggered repercussions of shock which rapidly flowed through my body, resulting gushing tears down my face. My chin lifted in the direction of the sky, slowly ceasing my eyes tight. The acceptance of those traumatic experiences was yet to occur. The rate of my breath calmed as my eyes fluttered easily against the warm wind. My toes wriggled slowly and at ease against the soft white sand, a sensational feeling. The air was moist, however astonishing. Adjusting my position, I placed the mug of flushed water close to my upper half as the essential heat directly transferred towards me. Clear as crystal, the sky

In the books, the young protagonist relishes the feeling of warm, damp sand seeping between her toes and breathes in the thick scent of salty ocean air as she traipses along the Atlantic coast. The sweet sound of laughing children and crashing waves fills her ears, and the cool metal of her sunglasses soothes her skin against the harsh summer heat.

A condign vacation was in order after I wrapped shooting., so I took the following week off work and headed to East Hampton. A limpid sky hovered over head as Scotty and I drove towards the sea. As we inched closer to our destination the light, crisp air began to taste of salt and the salutary sun elicited a a mutual felicity from us. Soon the ocean entered our ken, waves rolling and crashing, then slithering back into the powerful body. We parked the car and abandoned our footwear at the threshold of the beach. The warm sand caressed my feet, a seagull squawked in the distance. We clamed our spot in the sand and applied sunscreen (I a bit more liberally then she), then took our place amongst the rest of the sun worshippers. Overhead the sun

Jenna was thinking about Aubrey. She hadn’t meant to but she was now. She sat with her back against her pillows, legs tucked in to her chest. Her warm mug burned her hands as she held it between her knees, waiting for it to cool off. A novel and some textbooks lay at her feet but she didn’t feel like reading them. She looked out the window through the rain, tucking a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear. It was pouring and the sound of it tapping against her window comforted Jenna and made her relaxed. She felt the most at ease she had been in weeks. Finally she could stop pushing down everything she was feeling, and start reflecting. She thought of Aubrey and realized that she missed her. She wondered if Aubrey was still upset;

On a magnificent summers evening sat a dear friend of mine, Gabrielle. As Gabrielle and I spoke we didn’t only enjoy the company of one another, but the amazing scenery that engulfed all of our senses. With the suns’ rays perfectly glistening off of the almost glass like water which was at rest within the lake to the slight tickle of the wind blowing past us. Although this day was breathe taking nothing could have beat how brilliantly her eyes lit up as she talked about what truly drives her to be the wonderful free spirited person she came to be today.

“Everyday is a ten.” It was around 2:30 AM in that vacant parking lot. After about three hours of rollerblading and stargazing, you sat quietly in the grass, hands behind your head. I tried to push aside the fact that you were leaving for college in two days -- that, over time, we would slowly drift apart like two boats caught in separate currents. I could tell, no matter how hard you tried to mask it, that you were thinking about it, too.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

Veronica had clawed her way out of the dark and despair of a math midterm- she deserved a few minutes of after-school peace with her dog and the pacific ocean, she thought. It’s unfathomable that some people don’t have access to the beach. Her mind conjured up one of her worst conscious nightmares- her, older, married with brats, living in some midwestern state where beaches were things of myth and corn was all but currency. She shook her head, her daydream interrupted by her cell ringing.

The weekend was going to create a new, more ambitious, start in my life. I didn’t want to hide anymore, but I didn't want to be someone who was an attention seeker. Learning how to let my voice be heard without judgment was one of the greatest feelings. Even though I became more outgoing, spontaneous, and learned how to live life to the fullest, I realized I was still lacking one thing. Strength. Putting on a fake smile is effortless, but once the door is closed, you start to see true colors; and that’s exactly what had happened to me towards the middle of my junior year. I stayed strong throughout school and around my peers, but once I made it home, I would start questioning every aspect, every action of life. It seemed like if something went wrong, it happened all at once, leaving me with this huge mess called life. This world we live in is a beautiful insanity, and learning how to live it to the fullest is something that we will never figure out; you will always have the ‘gray’

it was one of those lonely night, where i stay by the boulders with my legs curled into my chest, looking out the ocean like it was my favourite television channel. in fact, it wasn’t my cup of tea. i hated the water, caressing the soft sand below, flowing out its problem onto the ocean.