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Write a story based on the song title: "Beside The Sea"

Posted in Fiction on Oct 26, 2022

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✍️ 32 stories

Lela

Winner of Contest #4 🏆

As soon as Lelo fell asleep we went out to the balcony for lunch. Lela made mariquitas and black beans, and I cut an avocado for the salad, then dressed it with olive oil and vinegar. We each served ourselves and took the plates outside to eat.  Neither one of us spoke while we devoured our food. Once I had finished I gazed at the sea for a few minutes; the water was blue and green and old. When I was younger, we would go down to the coast and swim for hours while Lela sat on the rocks and watched. Enrique was always the first to get ou...

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Water Wears Rock

Submitted to Contest #4

1The seagulls are circling overhead, crying. The ocean’s waves are lapping up against the sand, whispering. In the distance stand the resolute shadows of mountains, shimmering.A man is motionless before the darkened sand where the seawater has licked the shore, holding his hands behind his back. The man carries with him an air of well-earned wisdom, but if he were to walk, we’d see that his movements are slow and pained.He stands there, looking out across the vast body of water. The man is old, but the sea is older. The undulating waters exi...

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By the Sea

Shortlisted for Contest #4 ⭐️

I sit by the sea, watching the waves crash down on the shore. The sickening smell of rotting fish and dried salt envelops me every time I step outside, so I try to stay in the house as much as I can. The sun burns down on the shore, and seabirds scurry around on it in dizzying patterns. Everything about this situation I’m in is so wrong. Especially when I remember where I came from, recalling the freedom I felt, looking down at everything from the top of the world. I hate the sea. Hate the memories it brings back, hate the smells, the sandy ...

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The Sea

Submitted to Contest #4

Beside the sea, I stand alone, listening to the laughter of the bodies that stand beyond the faded lights. I walked away an hour ago, and so far I see no indication of worry that I am missing. I am at peace beside the sea, tasting the remnants of champagne on my tongue, the champagne that I swapped with my sparkling cider when no one was looking. He told me that he would meet me beside the sea at eleven, and at ten, I slipped behind the white curtains that enclosed the patio and found my way down the soft grass toward the glassy dark waters....

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Beside the Sea

Submitted to Contest #4

“Look at that!”The surf line shone brilliant white against the distant blue. But Margaret pointed elsewhere. She tugged at Charles’ sleeve. “No, look, Charlie.”Charles shifted his gaze beyond his wife’s gnarly index finger and saw the sign, ‘Beside the Sea Cafe’.“That’s it. That’s where we’re going.”The door jingled as they entered the small, clean dining room lit by shimmering sand reflecting through the picture window. Old nets draped around the perimeter of the ceiling. They’d been catching dust for years. Radio music from back in the kit...

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Beside The Sea

Submitted to Contest #4

Sometimes his eyes forgot the land. Not always, no, and perhaps not even often, but there would be days when hours of gazing at the sea stirred within him an undeniable loneliness, and his pupils shrank to suggestions of darkness in a sea of washed grey iris and his feet twitched as if wondering what this solid weight beneath them could possibly be. On occasion, a memory.These days it was one of hands: strong, muscled hands that must have once been his... he blinked, rheumy eyes rejecting the paralysis of being, looked down at his own wrinkl...

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Beside the Sea (Turtle Whispers)

Submitted to Contest #4

When he was a young man, a year and 97 days ago, he lived beside the sea. They all did, his mother, his father, and him, up in a tired house that smelled of salt and old nets and home. Every dark morning, he would tramp down, check her hull, test the ropes, and shove off. Then hours throwing the net and hauling it up, looking to see what the sea would let him take. Back to harbor, checking and mending the nets, sorting the fish, and flinging away the seaweed. Finally to market, haggling for the best price, and then h...

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The Killjoy

Submitted to Contest #4

Esther was nine. She was, as her mother said, picky. Not so much about food (though nobody had yet tempted her to try a walnut or a mushroom) but about clothes (her top always had to be a lighter colour than her skirt or trousers - it was just right that way!) and about where things were. Her toy hippo had to be to the left of her Welsh  doll with the tall hat, and her storybooks and what she called her “really” books, her word for non-fiction, kept on entirely different shelves. “It’s not even as if she’s ...

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TRITON LAUGHED

Submitted to Contest #4

WRITING CONTEST: #153PROMPT: BESIDE THE SEATRITON LAUGHEDI have lived beside the sea since birth. I have played in the sands of the beach collecting seashells. With a spade and bucket I have built sand castles using wet sand. I have merely stood with bare feet in seawater enjoying the feel of drifting sand as waves recede. And of course I have gone swimming in the sea. I have seen the sea in its various manifestations: In a placid mood as waves come ashore noiselessly and withdrawing with almost a sigh. In a temper with waves rolling ashore ...

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Clean Cool Water

Submitted to Contest #4

Steve believed that if he made the wrong choice everyone would laugh at him. It was about 4:45 am and he was standing chest deep in the little man-made lake near his house. Soon the trail would come alive with the movement of early morning runners. They always seemed to have their shit together, with content looks on their faces. Their tan, fit bodies moving only to taunt the onlookers. What right do they have to look down their noses at people like me? Steve was overweight, always had been, he’d always been able to overlook his feeling...

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Summer Vacation

Submitted to Contest #4

Janey stood at the window, arms crossed over her chest. She scowled and glared, hoping to pierce the veil of the fog with her eyes. Summer vacation, right, she thought. It’s like fifty degrees out there. She felt like a pathetic fairy tale princess trapped in her castle, the big luxury hotel being the castle and the shitty weather being her existential angst. Her mom acted all chill, like this weather was a good thing, “an escape from the oppressive heat of the central valley,” she’d said. Weren’t you supposed to have oppressive heat at the ...

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Into June's Eyes

Submitted to Contest #4

Based on the prompt, “Beside the Sea- Mountain”.Into June’s EyesBy Daniel BrownThere’s a universal understanding that June’s eyes tell a thousand bonfires worth of stories that are harrowing and fanciful, hideous and gorgeous, dark and bright. She is heterochromatic which means her eyes aren’t the same color and she once joked each eye has its own individual timeline of stories. One captures the warmth of autumn and the other encapsulates the bitter and beautiful essence of winter; I ask about the autumnal one and she giggles before obliging...

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Beside the Sea

Submitted to Contest #4

“You still watching those ships go by?” Came a voice from behind me. I nodded, not even having to turn around to tell you who that voice belonged to. He knew me too well, that I would be sitting right here on the bank of the sea and watching as behemoth ships and sailboats crossed the oceans. Everyone else thought it was something I would outgrow when I became older, but it wasn’t like that. Watching the sea rock gently back and forth against the sandy shores was as natural as being rocked in a cradle as a baby, to me. To think, there was a ...

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The Daughter of Sedna

Submitted to Contest #4

Amai’s aged hands deftly pressed the lampblack into the hole in young woman chin with the fine ivory needles of her trade; a gift from her husband from long ago.“Ah granddaughter,” laughed Amai, “you are doing so well.”“Really, Aana?” The girl’s eyes were filled with tears, but she did not allow even one of them to grace her cheek.“I do my dearest Kiiska.”The girl cringed again as the needle bit into her olive skin once more but grinned despite the pain.Amai remembered her first tattoos from so many long nights ago. She thought of ...

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Family Vacation on the beach

Submitted to Contest #4

I remember, when I was a kid, probably about four or five, our family went on vacation to Miami Beach. This was back in the early '60, so of course, Miami Beach wasn't nearly as developed as it is today. Back then there were sand dunes and coconut palm trees as far as the eye could see; well, as far as my eye could see, anyway.As soon as my family's car pulled into the parking lot, of Miami Beach, and came to a stop, I jumped out and ran towards the ocean. And mom yelled at me not to go in the water, I said OK I would not go in the water. Oh...

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