December 26, 2012
Just a ferry’s ride away from the city, a concealed piece of the world is revealed; a million grains of sand glisten as the sun hits them. Frigid ocean water moisturizes dry seaweed, for now it is withered and old from the sandy wind. Supple ivory seagull feathers and iridescent chips of sea glass are picked up by delicate fingers to be taken to a beach house and made into a necklace. On the opposite side, fireflies spread their luminosity through the evening, dancing around the ancient beach huts. Lifeless starfish cling to the seashore, and the aroma rolls along with the waves. Sunscreen dissolves into the air the coconut tang creates enchanting dizziness. A boat pulls to shore, as enflamed driftwood seeps into lungs. A mother holds a baby while walking down the ‘shore, his innocent wail is heard in the distance. Muffled laughter fills the air, and fresh cut watermelon drips on the earth in perfect rhythm. The loud clang of margarita glass cut the faded background noise as a deer trots across the shore. As the sky darkens, the screeching sound of seagulls combines with the crunch of the shells gently blown by the whisper of the waves. The moon peaks behind the clouds the shadows silences the orchestra of noises. Soon, trees become silhouettes of veins in dark skin as the turquoise blood of the waves nourishes the amber layer of sand. The sun says its goodbyes and leaves mirages of faded purple and orange. Cold mist brushes against the weeds, the ladybugs drink the bright moonlight overhead.

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Labtopnerd This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 31, 2012 at 11:11 am
I loved all of the imagery in this. I felt like I was walking down the beach myself! This was really amazing, keep it up!
jdaniels1779 replied...
Jan. 5, 2013 at 12:31 pm
Thank you so much!!!  
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