Out of nowhere, a hot rush of tentacles moved across my shin. Before I knew it, I plunged myse... ... middle of paper ... ...as hurriedly approaching my toes. I clinched my toes deeper in the sand to prepare myself to get annihilated by the wave’s white water. But, of course, it was just the familiar feeling of the cool rush between my feet as they sunk deeper into the sand. Scanning the water vigorously, I tippy toed my way out into bottomless ocean.
“Well it’s too late to turn back,” I felt as if there was a cork of fear holding my courage in a little glass bottle lost at sea. “I guess someday I will have to do this.” I said firmly, my eyes widening as they darted back and forth between him and the top of the cliff. About five minutes later the top of the enourmous cliff came into view. The rocks glistened in the sun, slick with water. My jaw dropped when I saw the view before me.
"The water of the Gulf stretched out before her, gleaming with the million lights of the sun. The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in the abysses of solitude. All along the white beach, up and down, there was no living thing in sight. A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled down, down to the water." Chapter XXXIX Edna Pontellier, a woman no longer certain of who she is.
I hold back tears with fire and brimstone and I start to paddle as if the devil were behind us even though I am feeling drained as well. After about another hour or so it seems we start closing in and my father feels sand brush his feet. We both let out a huge sigh of relief as my father finally touches the bottom. still being about a quarter mile from the shore we do sort of a “Island hop” with the sand patches and we make our way back from where we came. Once we get back we decide thats enough beach for the day and go home.
All I can think about is that it is a shark, so I start swimming as fast as I can back to shore. My heart is pounding, my breathing becomes very heavy, and... ... middle of paper ... ...e sunrise from the beach. Now I’ve seen the sunrise before but there is something about seeing those beautiful shades of orange, red, and yellow as it reflects off the ocean’s surface. We had our toes in the sand and just sat back in our chairs. The breeze was blowing through our hair as it came off the ocean.
Shaft - Original Writing I walked up the sandy footpath through the dunes, scuffing the dry ground with my toes. The sun blazed down making the bronzed ground shimmer like a pool of gold. The salty tang from the sea lingered on my tongue. The dry grasses and scrub growing in clumps alongside the path rustled softly in a gentle breeze, whispering in secret tongue, and a small clod of sand skittered forward, tickling my bare ankles. A few yards up, the sloping path levelled and then dropped, a steep bank of golden grains, and suddenly, like a magician waving his wand, the glittering expanse of the sea was spread out in front of me, an azure shimmering sheet.
I heard the sea crawling onto the sand and, further away, the same monster dashing against the rocks. As I opened my mouth to take in a gulp of air, I tasted salt in my throat. Not the same taste as on Brighton Pier, when you look over into the sea, but a fresh, clean one, as if taking in pure oxygen. Only then, when my four other senses had taken in their share of my surroundings, did I allow myself to open my eyes. I was amazed at how easily fantasy and reality intertwined at that moment.
Often Alfie would talk about how he left his wife and child and he wishes his daughter would have given him a second chance when she was younger to make up for what he did. While cleaning pools everyday, the men became very close. One morning when Brett went over to Alfie’s house early one morning, as he did everyday, he found Alfie lying on the ground, the door was locked, Brett threw a rock threw the window to brake the glass to get in.
The overwhelming instinct for survival pushed my fear aside, and courage prevailed. I looked up toward the invisible sky and smiled. We slowly surfaced and swam to shore. I crawled onto the sandy shore completely exhausted. The underwater exploration left me dehydrated and fatigued.
Have you ever had a terrible experience at the beach? It is very hard to, unless a case of bright red sunburn is in the future. To me the beach, specifically Belmar Beach, has been the place to escape to and have all the worries melt from me like a popsicle that has been left in the sun. It is the place to let my soul fly like the seagulls that fill the blue sky above. Whenever a problem inflates in my life a trip to the beach has always been the answer.