Beach boys

in the white, wet, hot sand. Crabs crawling in the grains of sand chomping on the tips of toes. Wood cracking as millions of people walk across it to reach the beach. Little boy complains to his mom about carrying all the beach chairs and buckets out to their tent on the beach. Most everyone has somewhere they go to escape reality. The beach is great therapy to regain self-awareness, release stress that is causing trouble, and erase life obligations at the moment. Blue sparkling water fluttering

Comparing the Similarity in Themes in Alex Garland's The Beach and William Golding's Lord of the Flies There are a number of themes which are common to The Beach by Alex Garland and Lord of the Flies by William Golding. Four of these themes will be reviewed in this essay by comparing the characters and the events which occur. The themes are, first, isolation, which is developed in both books relatively near the beginning of each. Secondly, the fact that things are not as

There are countless bumps in the beach, from shells just under the surface. Past the reflective sand is a dry brown powder that is grasping the toes of two teenagers in front of the camera. The boys are standing five inches away from one another with smirks on their faces. They both are wearing short, bright colored swim trunks with a dark tan that communicates the

Roger and Ralph. Roger becomes the role of the shadow when he destroys the littluns’ sandcastles and throws rocks at Henry. When Roger and Maurice are relieved from fire duty, they head to the beach for a nice relaxing swim in the ocean after hours of caring for the fire. When they arrive at the beach, Roger makes a last minute decision to destroy the littluns’ sandcastles with Maurice following. Roger feels no remorse as he charges “straight through the castles, kicking them over, burying the

to Florida I see a beach over the sand. I saw the restaurant and it smells good to eat. The squalls come and get the fishes. I feel the wind over my face. What beautiful beach and lots of people play. There has a different of 5 restaurants. The so called us and hearing something. The shells are amazing and you can hear though the sound of the ocean. My family having fun and playing the beach. My little sister feeling the water on her feet. She loves to see the Florida beach. When, we went to the

I watched in awe as the many boys jumped time and time again from the edge of the cliff into the water, wondering to myself how someone can muster such courage to even attempt something like that in the first place. The boys were cheered on by the girls along the Swan river shoreline. How I wished I had girls to cheer me on. I would have to find he courage to jump blackies, for someone like me a chance of popularity shines golden in my eyes. I decided I would try again to jump off blackies. Eventually

The Golden flare from the enormous sun eliminated all traces of shadows from the prodigious beach in Miami, Florida. While on the beach with my family I observed the great, green ocean that stood before my eyes; it was profound, beautiful, yet something about it seemed mysterious. The bright sparkling of emerald green crystals stood before the ocean, while at the same time the light breeze tucked and pulled my hair. My mother handed me a white coral necklace that had attached to it an old rusted

away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach. A few years

umbrellas popped open all along the beach. Perched in my lifeguard chair, I watch the people swimming through the rolling waves. Today was like any other day at the beach. To get everyone's attention, the lifeguard to my right blew his whistle. Immediately, all the people swimming turned to see what was happening. Agitated by the lifeguard blowing the whistle, a group of teenage boys started to swim out of the swimming zone. The people that come to the beach are extremely diverse. A women, who

As I stood there, on the beach, glancing at the ocean in awe of the beautiful sight, a sudden gust of wind blew past me. Each individual strand of my hair crossed my face, the sun played peek-a-boo as it made its appearance just above the horizon, as if it were too scared to show its’ beautiful light. The smell of the sea filled my nose as I took in the fresh air. The sand was filled with corals, with a collection of many sea shells, all of which had their own uniqueness in shape, size and color;