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The Beach

Chapter 1 The Drive

The coast is not too far from the vacation house, in fact its less than a mile away. This home has been apart of the family for generations and will never leave our possession. During the summer time we drive down to the old house, more like an old shack, for a few days at the beach in all of its creaking glory. Fond memories of this place come from the grandparents, but all that this house impresses upon myself is the age and its creaking nosies during windy nights. Of course also being close to the beach also makes it a valuable keep.

This summer is no different from any previous summer as the car is loaded with the required necessities for the week, towels, bathing suits, sun screen and whatever else we pack; I’m not part of the packing process given that I only occupy my time with my phone. The activity course being similar to the game Candy Crush, posting on my blog, and the occasional video.

Well sounds like the car is ready and time to head out, but luckily I have been siting in the car the entire time waiting for the family to drive off in the suburban for what seems like the entire morning. God, they take forever, I don’t know why they can’t get ready any time sooner.

Though headphones cover my ears I feel the rumble of the engine vibrate the car into motion. The mumble of the family fills the car with different sounds, my younger siblings battling over the ownership of a ridiculous coloring books with pictures fishes and other cute animals. Myself pushed toward the car window annoyed, but knowing that if I break up their argument it could be taken wrong with the parent unit sitting in the front of the car. It was best to drift into a car ride nap and hope for the best.

A dream came into view, the old vacation shack lay in the background, but what was most notable was the golden sands in the gleam of the midnight tide. A sand castle lay upon the beach head where the waves washed over, but instead of the sand castle in ruin, a stone structure had been formed. The exact condition of the former sand castle was now a miniature stone fortress guarding the shores intact and of perfect condition. No sigh of what once was a sand castle. Not too far away, a sand sculpture of a walrus also washed away into a curious beast with tusks, flippers, and all now in pursuit of food and other walrus in the midnight sea...

Awaken finally, hours of driving have given my sorry self another uneventful car ride to old shack; the only bummer is my phone battery is dead. Our car parked facing the ocean within the interior of the out-of-place garage built next to the dead beat shack.

“Children, help grab some baggage and unload it into the house,” said father sternly and directed toward myself, “the sooner the better.”

“Whatever”, I replied.

My siblings and myself started to unload the vecahle when my father approached me and stated.

“You listen missy, the world isn’t enveloped around your perfect little world, where here as a family and you are going to enjoy yourself like the rest of us, besides I didn’t see you help pack the car at the house.”

“K”, I replied while grabbing the heavy ice-chest above the ret of the luggage.

That was all I unloaded. I decided I would sneak away from the old shack later after dinner, but for now my place was in hiding on the creaky patio facing the sea.

It might sound like I really don’t care for this old place, but I’ve had my far share of fond memories, its just... I don’t really feel connected anymore, like the magic of this place has died. Not that I believe in magic or voodoo of any sort, but the stories about the building of this creaky shake from pile-wood made out of the tide and sand is ridiculous. The stone structure down on the beach is certainly not a product of of the waves and a sand castle, though it looks similar to one, but some weird erosion? I can’t explain, but it defiantly is not from some sort of pixie sand...

I looked back upon the shack, noticing through the window that the ice-chest was still open on the counter... Those little germs, they ate the gram crackers during the car ride. Knew I shouldn’t have trusted them. Perhaps I’ll find a nice spot to watch the sunset on the beach. Across the hall I find my luggage and change into a pair of blue sweats and a jacket from my usual traveling shorts while grasping a flashlight for the journey back. I found a lovely spot and decided to take an evening nap. I had no idea my siblings where spying.

In my dream I found myself swimming with grace. I quite enjoyed to feeling of propelling myself with a tail, but why a tail? Anyhow during my swim I heard two voices sneering and giggling about how much better I would be as a mermaid than some boring and older sister who had nothing better to do anyway. Around this tail of mine I could feel the pushing and shoving of some inescapable substance, oh I wish I could be free...

I woke up at midnight feeling a wave of salt water crash down upon my no longer napping person, indeed startled. I had not believed the tide could come so high... wait a minute. Instead of getting up, my arms seemed to dragging dead weight. I peered at my tail? Scales blue with no sign of my pants, my jacket soaking wetting from the tide.

I wanted to scream, I defiantly wanted to scream, but shock became my enemy. I could only gaze at awe at my gleaming blue tail. This must be a dream, surely this must be a dream. Shivering, I took off my jacket, shirt, and bra and felt an urge to try out my tail, but I must resist, must... oh sherw it, a good swim does nobody harm.

By morning that old shack was miles away.

Description

The Beach

Chapter 1 The Drive

The coast is not too far from the vacation house, in fact its less than a mile away. This home has been apart of the family for generations and will never leave our possession. During the summer time we drive down to the old house, more like an old shack, for a few days at the beach in all of its creaking glory. Fond memories of this place come from the grandparents, but all that this house impresses upon myself is the age and its creaking nosies during windy nights. Of course also being close to the beach also makes it a valuable keep.

This summer is no different from any previous summer as the car is loaded with the required necessities for the week, towels, bathing suits, sun screen and whatever else we pack; I’m not part of the packing process given that I only occupy my time with my phone. The activity course being similar to the game Candy Crush, posting on my blog, and the occasional video.

Well sounds like the car is ready and time to head out, but luckily I have been siting in the car the entire time waiting for the family to drive off in the suburban for what seems like the entire morning. God, they take forever, I don’t know why they can’t get ready any time sooner.

Though headphones cover my ears I feel the rumble of the engine vibrate the car into motion. The mumble of the family fills the car with different sounds, my younger siblings battling over the ownership of a ridiculous coloring books with pictures fishes and other cute animals. Myself pushed toward the car window annoyed, but knowing that if I break up their argument it could be taken wrong with the parent unit sitting in the front of the car. It was best to drift into a car ride nap and hope for the best.

A dream came into view, the old vacation shack lay in the background, but what was most notable was the golden sands in the gleam of the midnight tide. A sand castle lay upon the beach head where the waves washed over, but instead of the sand castle in ruin, a stone structure had been formed. The exact condition of the former sand castle was now a miniature stone fortress guarding the shores intact and of perfect condition. No sigh of what once was a sand castle. Not too far away, a sand sculpture of a walrus also washed away into a curious beast with tusks, flippers, and all now in pursuit of food and other walrus in the midnight sea...

Awaken finally, hours of driving have given my sorry self another uneventful car ride to old shack; the only bummer is my phone battery is dead. Our car parked facing the ocean within the interior of the out-of-place garage built next to the dead beat shack.

“Children, help grab some baggage and unload it into the house,” said father sternly and directed toward myself, “the sooner the better.”

“Whatever”, I replied.

My siblings and myself started to unload the vecahle when my father approached me and stated.

“You listen missy, the world isn’t enveloped around your perfect little world, where here as a family and you are going to enjoy yourself like the rest of us, besides I didn’t see you help pack the car at the house.”

“K”, I replied while grabbing the heavy ice-chest above the ret of the luggage.

That was all I unloaded. I decided I would sneak away from the old shack later after dinner, but for now my place was in hiding on the creaky patio facing the sea.

It might sound like I really don’t care for this old place, but I’ve had my far share of fond memories, its just... I don’t really feel connected anymore, like the magic of this place has died. Not that I believe in magic or voodoo of any sort, but the stories about the building of this creaky shake from pile-wood made out of the tide and sand is ridiculous. The stone structure down on the beach is certainly not a product of of the waves and a sand castle, though it looks similar to one, but some weird erosion? I can’t explain, but it defiantly is not from some sort of pixie sand...

I looked back upon the shack, noticing through the window that the ice-chest was still open on the counter... Those little germs, they ate the gram crackers during the car ride. Knew I shouldn’t have trusted them. Perhaps I’ll find a nice spot to watch the sunset on the beach. Across the hall I find my luggage and change into a pair of blue sweats and a jacket from my usual traveling shorts while grasping a flashlight for the journey back. I found a lovely spot and decided to take an evening nap. I had no idea my siblings where spying.

In my dream I found myself swimming with grace. I quite enjoyed to feeling of propelling myself with a tail, but why a tail? Anyhow during my swim I heard two voices sneering and giggling about how much better I would be as a mermaid than some boring and older sister who had nothing better to do anyway. Around this tail of mine I could feel the pushing and shoving of some inescapable substance, oh I wish I could be free...

I woke up at midnight feeling a wave of salt water crash down upon my no longer napping person, indeed startled. I had not believed the tide could come so high... wait a minute. Instead of getting up, my arms seemed to dragging dead weight. I peered at my tail? Scales blue with no sign of my pants, my jacket soaking wetting from the tide.

I wanted to scream, I defiantly wanted to scream, but shock became my enemy. I could only gaze at awe at my gleaming blue tail. This must be a dream, surely this must be a dream. Shivering, I took off my jacket, shirt, and bra and felt an urge to try out my tail, but I must resist, must... oh sherw it, a good swim does nobody harm.

By morning that old shack was miles away.