A Descriptive Piece About Somewhere I've Been

A Descriptive Piece About Somewhere I've Been

A Story by ShortBreadInc
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My entry piece I had to do when I joined Plugged In in 2007

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Beaches generally all look the same. I guess this one does too. But when you take the time to just stop and look deeper than the surface and realise the beauty of something, that's when you start to appreciate it more. That's when you notice the little things you never did before.

There are the usual things y'know. The glittering sea, shining like an enormous diamond that covers over half the world. The silent waves crashing against the jarred rocks. The smooth sand, warm to the touch, every grain softer than silk, being tempted across the beach by the gentle, salty breeze. The flock of seagulls flying overhead, eyeing up your chips.

But there are the little things that make beaches unique in their own little way. The tone of the sand, the shape of the rocks, the smell in the air, the colour of the water. It all intertwines to create this beautiful creation and atmosphere that makes it one of a kind, yet ever changing.

Like with this beach, there are the little things that make it its own. The golden sand that's filled with the treasures of broken shells and gem-like stones. The greeny-blue water that somehow still manages to sparkle even with its murky features and lifeless movement. The two cliffs that hang overhead of the shore like a mother's arms wrapped around her child, protecting them. The wise old man who sits on the peer painting, looking lost in his art every time. The creases of his wrinkles that deepen when he smiles in success, and his eyes that tell stories just by looking into them.

The most beautiful thing about this beach though, is the sunset. Sitting up on the highest clifftop, you can see everything. The people walk around the size of action figures and the buildings look like shoeboxes. But nobody can find you up there. And when the sun begins to fall across the calming water, its seems to take all the troubles of the world with it. All that's left is tranquility and peace. The clouds slowly blush pink and the last of the sun's rays are gentle on your eyes as it says goodbye for another day.

© 2011 ShortBreadInc


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Rhondda Cynon Taff, United Kingdom



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Im Klee. I've been writing since I was about eight. Obviously when I was eight my life consisted of teddy bears and turkey dinosaurs, so I think I've come a long way in my writing since that time. I'.. more..

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