Unfinished Stories and Ideas

Beachside P1

What better way than to start off with one of my favorites. I first got the idea for this story on July 29, 2018. I started writing some time after that and it progressed to somewhere close to 4 and a half chapters. I'll add the others later. I hope you enjoy it!

Looking out at the ocean was breathtaking. It was a secluded little place on the coast, a few miles from the only town. You could just feel the magic in the air.

The house itself was a quaint yellow building that was bigger than it looked. On the inside was four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, a large living room, a large basement, and a small attic. Surprisingly, it housed nine people. Two brothers, Nathan and Daniel Knight, shared the basement, while Pierce Cain lived in the attic. Three girls shared the large master bedroom: Delilah and Lynn Thompson, who were sisters, and Aspen Hill. Marianne Smithe had her own small room, and lastly Kyle Larsen and Cody Johnson had twin rooms across the hall from each other.

They had all met at various points in school, and became good friends. After most of them landed jobs, they planned on finding a nice place to live together. The coast side seemed out of their price range, but they worked their way up and all pitched in together. Cody and Kyle both worked at the large store in town. Daniel helped at the police station and Aspen at the fire station. Lynn and Delilah worked from home as writers, often collaborating on group projects with feedback from everyone else. Pierce part-timed at a couple different places and Mary worked at a clothing store. Lastly, Nathan helped out at a small rune store.

Delilah sat on the back porch overlooking the water. She had needed a quiet place to relax and sought refuge out here, propping the sliding door shut. She stood with her arms resting on the wooden railing and watched the waves. Slowly, they lapped at the shore below and ebbed away. Then she saw a figure down below.

Way down on the beach was her sister, building a small castle in the sand. Delilah smiled at the sight. She thought about joining but then she'd have to get dirty, and didn't feel like washing off the sand.

Her sister Lynn on the other hand didn't care about being dirty. Her hands and feet were caked in sand and her hair was windswept and uncared for. Lynn was short in stature, and a little small, but made up for it in spirit. She had short, light brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin.

Delilah was tan and had medium-short red hair. It used to be longer, but she often cut it. She had hazel eyes and was about the same height but was a year and a half younger. She was a bit more precise in her actions, but equally as erratic at times.

A second figure made its way down to the beach towards Lynn. It was Aspen, with a small pail. Aspen had long brown unbrushed hair. She was also short and tan. She had green eyes and a love for nature.

Lynn looked up at Aspen for a moment, and the two exchanged something Delilah couldn't hear. Then Lynn pointed and Aspen went in that direction, bending down to pick something up. She loved collecting things that wash up on the beach. Sticks, seaweed, even various sea animals (but they had never found a beached animal). They both liked shells and clams and such.

Delilah shuffled her feet and slouched her back, fixating on the waves again. They would gently roll up, break, and ebb. One after another, lapping and flowing and fading. A small gust of wind passed and sent goosebumps along Delilah's arm. She shivered, though she wasn't cold. There had been many strange winds lately, with an eerie feeling.

Maybe she should try and pinpoint it again. No, that's why she had come out here in the first place: for a break.

She had been trying to figure out the origin of these weird feelings for a while, but without a basis it was proving difficult. It was frustrating and made her snappy. She didn't want to worry people, so she hadn't told anyone, and tried to keep her frustration hidden.