Writing a seaside story
Every time I laughed my ribs throbbed! Turns out that the tissue around my lowest rib was swollen.
I grabbed the front of my coat and held it tight to my chest wincing at the sharp wind that drove in over the Irish Sea and North Atlantic Ocean, driving the sea spray like a solid wooden shield before it pushing me backwards. We splashed around and my friend Jennifer was tossed into the ocean purse and all and we ended up soaking wet-eating ice creams cones and people watching.
It was such a gorgeous sunny day and we talked about camp and kids along the way.
The large herring gull more tan than white showing its novice age had ventured too close in its constant roving search for another morsel to consume. The young gull tried to acrobatically avoid the sudden upsurge of crashing white water but it must have damaged a wing as instead of rising, it began to drop slightly, almost recovering only a few metres above the sea when the next wave hit. We all marvel at natures forces and we all quail at disaster but we humans are curious and wish to look the monster in the eye before it devours us. Our waitress told us where the emergency room was and we headed over there to see what was going on. She wanted me to help her with the unpacking. Those creatures I saw battered and broken were manna to the others that would swarm and devour the pickings once the storm had passed. Dad was wearing a blue shorts with a green t-shirt that had palm trees printed on it, mum was wearing a pink top and purple trouser and I was wearing a pink skirt with a light blue top and we were all ready for a fantastic holiday. Then my parents and I started playing with a Frisbee as I tried to catch it, I saw a blue bubble on the beach. Please follow and like us: A Trip to the Seaside by R. One that started as a fun adventure, but ended in the Seaside ER. I saw an adventurous gull battered from the sky as a large wave hit the rocks and rose almost thirty feet in the air, buffeting and soaking it. We drove into Seaside and parked as close to the beach as we could.
Foolish me. Faces clean but red with the biting wind, sturdy to fight the storm. I was given pain meds and put on bed rest or bunk rest since I was at camp for a week.
Short sea adventure story
We were sitting down, eating and laughing when my side started to hurt. It was a busy Saturday night in the Emergency Room so it took a little while for us to be seen. Thank you for the vote! I grabbed the front of my coat and held it tight to my chest wincing at the sharp wind that drove in over the Irish Sea and North Atlantic Ocean, driving the sea spray like a solid wooden shield before it pushing me backwards. Her name was Komal and her mum told me that she was playing on the beach and suddenly started crying because of pain in the leg. Dad screamed at us not to touch it and told me that it was a type of jelly fish which could sting. April 19, TellyTell 1 comment Posted by TellyTell on May 17, The wind whipped between the old beige and red sandstone buildings that cornered me on three sides, the open side filled with an unremitting grey, concrete wall against which the sea beat with relentless fury, overcoming and overpowering this concrete stanchion with its immense fury, pouring tons of seawater into the stolid square with each wave, in a monumental cascade of spume and spray. My badly chosen shoes tried to walk into the wind and hail slipping and sliding on the granite cobbles as, nearly there, I stopped before the shop to review it. Walker Would you like to read more from this author? I asked if we were still going to the beach for a week.
She told us that her pain disappeared. I asked her.
Seaside adventure story
Standing in the biting cold and hail, surveying my place of employment for the afternoon, I imagined the denizens of the shop; bespectacled, wearing brown cardigans and Brown brogues with jaggy tweed skirts and impossibly thick brown tights, that had many bobbles upon them. We were sitting down, eating and laughing when my side started to hurt. Turns out that the tissue around my lowest rib was swollen. We drove into Seaside and parked as close to the beach as we could. Faces clean but red with the biting wind, sturdy to fight the storm. The water was gleaming like a sapphire and gentle waves touched my feet as I ran on the soft yellow sand. Our waitress told us where the emergency room was and we headed over there to see what was going on. I saw a crab carried through the water and smashed upon the wall where I stood, sliding back down the concrete into the seething maelstrom. Then we all sat down to enjoy ourselves as we eat chicken samosas, pizza and kheer. We played a game at camp where a cabin of kids would rush up and hug a counselor tight until they were told to release. She told us that her pain disappeared. That pretty much sums up my first trip to Seaside. The following day they visited us with some yummy chocolates. I could smell the salt in the air and a little wood smoke as I slithered upon the slippery cobbles, the water turned dirty from the road and grit, splashed from the ruts between the stones staining my shoes.
Overall, our stay at the beach was full of fun — we went on boating trips, horse and camel rides and had loads of fun playing on the beach and in the water. Both of us hugged each other and gave friendship bracelets to each other.
I shook myself from this reverie for a second to walk towards the sea wall despite the waves and wind. It was a day for wellington boots or better still a wet suit yet I had gone for a smart look.
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