Daily writing prompts from June 9th, 2008 to December 31st, 2022
Sunday June 26th, 2022
The exercise:
Write about: a day at the beach.
Since it's finally starting to really heat up around here, we took the boys to the beach for part of the afternoon today. Once we were eventually able to find a parking spot.
Heh, sounds like everyone else was going to the beach too then! I hope that the temperatures don't soar too fast for you -- especially now you're cycling to work.
A day at the beach The sand glittered whitely in the sunlight but the beach was empty. It was early morning so Julie wasn't too surprised, but as looked both ways along it she realised that the beach was completely empty; no sign of anyone, anywhere. She hesitated, standing on the path, uncertain, and Roger caught up with her. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking both ways as well. "Looks beautiful!" "There's no-one here," she replied. "Surely we can't be the first to get here?" "We certainly are!" he said and strode cheerfully past her. His sandals crunched on the white sand and she followed. They both stopped a few paces onto the beach and stared at their feet. "Ice?" said Roger, kicking it. The golden sand of the beach showed through beneath a thin coating of white ice crystals. "I know it gets cold at night, but cold enough for ice?" "Frost," said Julie. "The beach must be like stone -- isn't sand just rock dust anyway? Wow, this is one of those Instagram moments, get a picture of me with the ice!" She dropped her towel and back and lay down on the sand, ignoring the sudden chill and spread her arms and legs out wide. Roger laughed and fished in the pocket of his navy blue shorts for his phone. "That'll be a good one," he said, prodding the screen to bring the camera up. "Smi-- what's wrong?" Julie, her face now a mask of fear, half sat up and pointed behind him with a trembling finger. As Roger turned his finger hit the shutter button and he snapped a picture of the strangely tall, thin figure that had appeared behind him. The head was as smooth as an egg, save for a nose right in the middle and the limbs were too long, had too many joints and were wrapping around him like a spider wrapping its limbs around its prey.
Greg - thanks. And I hope the mornings are reasonable, at least, as I'd rather not arrive at work completely spent. There's only so much a shower can do, though I suppose a cold enough one might manage to revive the dead...
Knew what I was in for as soon as I read that there was ice on the beach. Kept reading anyway. Silly me.
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Heh, sounds like everyone else was going to the beach too then! I hope that the temperatures don't soar too fast for you -- especially now you're cycling to work.
A day at the beach
The sand glittered whitely in the sunlight but the beach was empty. It was early morning so Julie wasn't too surprised, but as looked both ways along it she realised that the beach was completely empty; no sign of anyone, anywhere. She hesitated, standing on the path, uncertain, and Roger caught up with her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking both ways as well. "Looks beautiful!"
"There's no-one here," she replied. "Surely we can't be the first to get here?"
"We certainly are!" he said and strode cheerfully past her. His sandals crunched on the white sand and she followed. They both stopped a few paces onto the beach and stared at their feet.
"Ice?" said Roger, kicking it. The golden sand of the beach showed through beneath a thin coating of white ice crystals. "I know it gets cold at night, but cold enough for ice?"
"Frost," said Julie. "The beach must be like stone -- isn't sand just rock dust anyway? Wow, this is one of those Instagram moments, get a picture of me with the ice!" She dropped her towel and back and lay down on the sand, ignoring the sudden chill and spread her arms and legs out wide.
Roger laughed and fished in the pocket of his navy blue shorts for his phone. "That'll be a good one," he said, prodding the screen to bring the camera up. "Smi-- what's wrong?"
Julie, her face now a mask of fear, half sat up and pointed behind him with a trembling finger. As Roger turned his finger hit the shutter button and he snapped a picture of the strangely tall, thin figure that had appeared behind him. The head was as smooth as an egg, save for a nose right in the middle and the limbs were too long, had too many joints and were wrapping around him like a spider wrapping its limbs around its prey.
Greg - thanks. And I hope the mornings are reasonable, at least, as I'd rather not arrive at work completely spent. There's only so much a shower can do, though I suppose a cold enough one might manage to revive the dead...
Knew what I was in for as soon as I read that there was ice on the beach. Kept reading anyway. Silly me.
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