Creative Writing: The Beach

The Beach

Six am, and the sun peaked out from behind the rocks. Eager tourists were flocking in like seagulls. It was the weekend, the time where the coast was blaring with sounds. Enthusiastic kids were all over the place, like race cars flashing down the shore; no one could stop them! Their legs were begging for rest. It was like they had never seen the beach before. The deafening sounds of the visitors made it harder to enjoy the soothing waves. Oh, the waves, the ravishing waves! You could hear the waves crashing and rolling as they raced towards oblivion against worn rocks, or vanished on the seashore of endless worlds. They were getting more and more vigorous as time went by. The crashing waves whooshed over the crackling coast, and the bright sunlight was restricting our vision. …show more content…
The water of the ocean, reflecting the stunning hues of the superb sky, frolicked under the shimmering sun. The Sun was a yellow beach ball kicked high into the summer sky; its rays danced on our bodies, warming our insides. The alluring aura welcomed the beachgoer to a range of aquatic activities. Surfing allowed us to experience the magical feeling of flying. My friend Sue saw Sally gliding over the surface of the water like she was floating on air.
The young were enchanted by their castles that they worked so hard to erect. As I took a handful of the salty sand, it tried to escape from my grip. I walked down the shore, and the sound of the crunching sand soothed my soul. Even though the beach was clamorous, it did not cause any disturbance, and I presume that was why the coast was so