This story was written with the restrictions to use present tense only and no dialogue. The following words had to be used: footprints, red lacquer, Camembert, perfume and Rolling Stones. I liked writing it; I hope reading it will give you just as much pleasure. Water, swishing back and forth over the sands, makes a soft sound. A gentle breeze rustles the f...
Thomas pulled up to the beach house just as the oranges and reds from the setting sun ignited the clouds out over the ocean, which in turn ignited the ocean into its own brand of sparkling color. He turned the engine off and sat there for a moment, just starring out at the fiery sky and golden sea, wondering if Nature held any greater beauty than the ocean a...
The last of the sunlight faded at the horizon with shimmers of silver across the water as they walked along the beach. They were about a mile from their hotel where they started. The scene was typical of a movie; the couple walking hand in hand and overdressed for a beach stroll, the sunset, the sandpipers running along the water line. They decided to head t...
The summer of 1966 rolled around like any other year in sleepy, small town Pennsylvania. While most of the town's residents may not have even noticed, things were actually going pretty good for me. I had graduated high school, I still had my job in my friend's father's shop doing basic machine shop work, I still had my '61 Impala SS and most importantly, I w...
"Hey Niykee, this is crazy. Would you go on a first date with me in Olympic National Park this weekend?" Niykee remembered Donovan, the guy who sent her the text. Her producer had rented out the Sky Bar to throw a promotional party. She was sitting with her girlfriends at the far end of the pool at the table with the glass railing that opened up a full view...
Paulo took a deep draw on his cigarette as he stared out over the blue horizon. Standing at the edge of the long, wooden pier, he listened to the gentle rush of the waves, along with the thunking of many small rowboats. Every sea-worthy vessel was tied. He heard the familiar footfalls of Marcus coming up behind him, followed by the pattering of smaller feet...
ACT 3: LITTLE SURPRISES The small town that bordered the great ocean came into view. A white, sandy beach pushed up against it, only the wide concrete barrier seemed to keep the ocean from claiming all its buildings and huts. Salty ocean air cooled the intense heat, making the it almost bearable. The thunderous pounding of waves crashing down in the distanc...
"Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight/ Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July." With those words Bruce Springsteen begins to paint a picture of one aspect of life as he knew it on the Jersey Shore. For better or worse we've also been subjected to MTV's version of life on the "Jersey Shore." Let me gi...
"Hey honey wake up. Do you still want to go.", I asked. "Huh," she said in that cute quizzical way. I could hear the sleep thick in her as she stretched and pulled the moist warm salt air into her lungs from this island. Her breasts were peaking out from the same tangle of covers which I saw her legs leading up to. "That's right I had forgotten yes I still...
The couple awoke early. So early, the twilight was just starting to shimmer in the east. They spoke very little - but knowing smiles passed between them as they dressed in light clothes and took care of their morning needs. They walked to their jeep, carrying cold drinks that would surely be needed later in the day. The whir of the engine and the distant sme...