Seashore Stories

How does it feel to make love on an void isle with the person you love, beneath the moonlight, miles away from the crowd?

A mother gave birth, all alone.

I'm not so sure this counts as a story.

Ever since I could remember... I could only recall loneliness, the fire like horizon, the smell of salt and the sound of crashing waves I figured I had lost the most important part of being human... The ability to love... But ever since the day I met you I've been slowly learning the feeling of love again... The Seashore is where they left me... The Seashore is where I met you... The Seashore is where I loved you... The Seashore is where I loss you... The Seashore is where my love story starts and ends... My tears are like the ocean...endless and distant... Will you ever notice my feelings for you...? Two loves and one choice No one can have everything ©MistyyL2014

A girl returns to a small coastal town in Scotland to care for her rheumatic grandfather and discovers an unconscious boy with white blonde hair washed up on the shore of Muir Cove. !!!It is a work in progress, and I am a perfectionist. so there could be very big changes!!! https://www.pinterest.com/howcoulditbetakenitsoriginal/ghost-inspo/

This is how we feel, even when words ain't enough. . . Thoughts. #728 in poems - 18/10/2020 #1 in selfesteem - 04/08/2021

Helen, a grieving widow, finds that life can be as simple and as fragile as a seashell cast upon a lonely shore.

They met at the sea shore at midnight because of their habit of calming themselves by visiting the sea shore. Everything goes unwell until he gets to know about her past and makes her smile through his small gestures. But who knew destiny had different plans for their friendship which none of them would have imagined. Hope you take your time diving into this beautiful story!

A poem on seashore

Small memories. Autobiographical On-going short stories / flash non-fiction. Written and © 2021, 2023 & 2026 by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved.

That day she had the best day of her life....she had the best ever conversation with whom she considered her best friend.

well nth special just some randon bullshit I did see if are interested

Story is under reconstruction kindly not peep in :/// For them it was nothing more than exchanging numbers, stalking profiles and hoping for a midnight call from the other side. For them it was nothing more than stealing glances, accidental brushes and passionate kisses. For them it was nothing more than wiping tears and embracing each other. So was there anything you felt wrong or just wrong? Oh jesus, whose lives were bloom in fairytales? . . . Their lives themselves were short, far too short to even name it as a life.. Individually it was nothing close to flower beds and skies full of rainbows but then them being together was nothing less than profusely infinite paradise. The world says, hope is the world's best possession but flip the coin and it will serve you the worst. The hopes that brings life into a corpse are sometimes hauntingly scarier than death. You hope high, and high hopes aren't raised to win always; some are just built to shatter. It dies when your efforts doesn't work. Sometimes the radiant skies you dreams to touch turns in the darkening dreadful ones. Even if your wills are stronger your hopes betrays you. And all in eden and pertition never knows what tomorrow stores for them and what tomorrow stores for you. . . . - A story of two realistic people straighout of the fairytales designed by a complete novice in disguise.

May mga bagay na akala mo ay totoo. Mga bagay madalaing paniwalaan, at gusto mong paniwalaan.

The darkest night of the year brought her the brightest moon of her life. December 31st, nye, at a secluded beach, in Goa, they collided and a story began. Be a part of this tale while Sitara and Kabir figure out life. And love.

This is just a very short piece. I wrote this back in 2015. Some edits were made in 2016. It was saved as a draft. I don't know how to publish things on watty world back then. It's a piece from my young self. Haha. Anyway, I hope whoever reads this might enjoy it no matter how hanging/weird the ending is.

For years, sirens of the island of Anthemoessa lured fellow sailors and fisherman who dared venture or approach their homeland, Anthemoessa, through vocals until their prey met their doom. As a result, Greek and Italian officials has made the land off limits to the public and, upon hearing this, the Anthemoessians made sure of that. One day, three young sirens, Ione, Nomiki, and Ozias were soaring over the river to catch fish for dinner. Meanwhile, a young boy, Galen, is going fishing to make end meet for his family after his father gets injured. As the two parties cross paths, they all form a friendship, which could lead to consequences.

A teenage girl who unintentionally discovered his favorite secret place met a teenage boy who spends all of his time at his favorite hidden location. They started to grow closer after conversing often and sharing stories about each other during sunsets.

I was jolted awake by the insistent blaring of an alarm located beside my bed.. .....🤍🤍🍀 Despite the bustling corporate environment and my casual interactions with colleagues and acquaintances, there are moments when a profound sense of loneliness lingers just beneath the surface....🍀🍀 ......... Despite wanting peace and quiet, the noisy crowds and traffic made me feel quite miserable. Strangely, the more I tried to calm myself, the more chaotic my thoughts became.......🤍🤍