Friday, March 22, 2013

Another day at the beach.


    



The rushing ocean comes to a close tide, as footprints appear on the smoothest sand. Wearing long brown pants with an oversized grey and
black coat, as he walks along the beach. Waves washing ashore reaching the tip of his feet.

Strolling along the beach, as he takes a walk through the salty water. He’s hearing seagulls scavenging for food and people cheering on with their family. He dips his feet under the black sand as the foamy waves washed up upon his feet. Looking down he see crystal blasing in the golden sand. Step by step he feels the prevailing winds blow his grey old hair back.

Walking among the shore line he looks out into the distance and see a crowd of people on their surfboards, surfing the big waves. As he’s trudging along, he breaths in the scent of the sea as waves wash up on the shore.

Step by step, he left footprints as he walks along the shore line. Looking out to the end of the sea border, in the distance he sees the sunset. Now since the sun is going down, people are starting  to leave the beach. At that moment Jack heads off home. Now he has a memory about a lovely day at the beach. He goes home and share’s his story with his family.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Tauwhare,

    That was a great story about a beautiful day at the beach. I liked the way that you used interesting words that connect's with your story. Keep up the awesome work.

    Mary V

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