Shortsexstories at the beach
Read the contest page carefully—it contains lots of useful information, tips, and instructions. Unlike our curated books Beach Love and the soon-to-be-released Beach Pulp which contain stories the editors chose, stories for this contest are selected by blind judging. We prefer Times New Roman, 12pt, double-spaced, no headers or footers. When they fished Jackson's body out of the sea, he had already been dead for a while. About Contact What's New? Provided that they shared their popcorn with him, he told them.
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THE DAY AT THE BEACH
Somebody might happen to notice that her pets were I didn't, at least initially, and stewed for a few days before that fateful conversation outside Odeon. He dropped his napkin beside his plate. It was him, slowly making his way into the surf, step by step, deeper and deeper, as if he was practicing walking. Where did Elaine go during her long sojourns at sea? We thought we were the first people ever to find the cave. Eventually I turned away, pretending that nothing had happened.
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The waves are nibbling at the fingers. I turned, but she lingered in the shadows. When the discovery first happened, Poh Lee and I were waiting for the ferry to take us back to the mainland, to get help. So I looked at her—she was a mess, all right—and then, when she called Elaine a bitch for the second time, I did the only thing I could think to do. It was innocent horseplay, nothing more, but Jeff happened to give Chris a playful body check as they passed. Unlike our curated books Beach Love and the soon-to-be-released Beach Pulp which contain stories the editors chose, stories for this contest are selected by blind judging. He could no more have left Elaine at the mercy of the rip than he could have passed an accident on the highway without stopping to make sure everyone was okay.
Others of you may have only visited once or twice in your lifetimes. She cooked—and she did a darn fine job of it, too. Her pedal pushers ended up on the floor that night, her blouse beside them. Your email address will not be published. As if it belongs to someone else, she hears her heart begin to pound and the blood rush into her ears. So first they had adopted Sophie, who was only a pup.