Haiku – Going Coastal

Beach destination

Listening to the waves crash

Feet in warm soft sand



Haiku – Sailboat

Ocean going ship

Sails billowing, fat and full

Gliding on the blue


I woke up after the 3 a.m. feed this morning with a Jimmy Buffett song playing on my headphone (yes, I said head phone. I lost the ear bud cover to the other piece, so I lopped off that one and just kept the one. Helps when feeding the baby or listening out for her cries). Anyway, a Buffett song was on and it got me thinking about the beach. Then that got me thinking about this Haiku.

Haiku – Monday Prompts


Coffee and caffeine

Fill me up before I start

My stay at home day

For more prompts like “before” go here: Haiku Horizons


A red widow’s walk

Cross and photo in her hand

She waits for his ship

For more wordles like this go here: A Week for Writing

Free for Friday: Evil Beach

A short story about two boys who discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.


The old man sat on his wooden porch, rocking slowly back and forth in his rocking chair. He watched the waves of the ocean, crashing salty onto the shore. His two grandkids were sitting upon the wooden steps of the porch, waiting patiently for his first tale. He lit his pipe and then turned his eyes upon them. EBRyan and Alex smiled with child-like glee. They loved their granddad’s stories, and to them he was everything.

“Let me tell you kids a story,” he replied, with his old gruff voice, which sounded like sandpaper being rubbed softly across wood. He took a puff on his pipe as the smell of cherries permeated the warm autumn air. “This is a story about The Living Sand, a true tale about two boys, both about your age.”

Ryan and Alex let out a short gasp as they heard this.

The old man just smiled; his wrinkled face creasing as he did. “These two adventurous boys had found this cave, but were unaware of the hidden beach it opened up on.” He took a puff on the pipe, a pause, and then went back to the story. “The youngest boy, let’s call him Seth, and the oldest we will call him Junior. When these two found the cave, they began to dare one another to go in first, each one as scared as the other, but Junior, went first. He took the flashlight and stepped into the moss-covered entrance to the cave . . .”

A puff of the pipe, the smell of cherries wafted and floated, as the story began.

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