#surfside:starter

[mercifulprince-blog]

sat at the park, with the sun blasting out the last of its rays for the day & a thick breeze flowing through every blade of grass, prince felt like they were in a dream. they leaned forward, away from the tree trunk, & watched a young child nearly tripping over themself to play fetch with, assumedly, their dog. they heard rustling in the grass next to them, & after confirming it was a human, started, “ don’t you think there’s a sadness that this world breeds us all into thinking we must give up the delicate natures we’re created with ? ”

[its-lincoln-blog]

Lincoln stood behind the counter in the coffee shop. He was making small samples of some new coffee that had been flown in the night before. It was chocolate banana. It’s a sweet coffee that has smooth banana flavor paired with dark chocolate notes. The vendor he purchased it from spoke highly of. To say the least, Lincoln was excited to add it to his menu. Right as he finished making a try of samples is when he heard the door chime as a customer walked into the shop. “How can I help you?” Lincoln asked, placing the samples right in front of the register. 

[flortaeil-blog]

taeil examined his surroundings, leaning against the counter of his tent as he watched a few kids play along the shore line. he sighed softly talking to a few patrons as the passed but still kept his longing gaze along the beach. “hey, let’s ditch the tent for a bit...and go play yeah? i wanna have some fun.”

[its-lincoln-blog]

“My son is so mad at me right now. I took him home from the fair for a bit because he needed a nap. While we were laying down in bed he started freaking out saying he needed to throw up. I rushed him to the bathroom so he could vomit. What do you think my child is doing?” Lincoln sighed as he continued on with his story. “He’s just making vomit noises into the toilet, so he didn’t have to nap.” He shook his head before taking a swig of beer. “I feel bad I punished him. I should have brought him back to the fair?” Lincoln has now been a parents for three years and still felt bad when he had to punish him. 

[blvnches-blog]

walking along the beach, lips set in a frown, the girl had half a mind to turn around and leave, head back home to her desk & books. but she persisted. not because she wanted to attend a festival that would drain her of both her energy & her time, but because it would be a good place to do some research. to observe the people around her and attempt to add them into her pieces, add something to the collection she was working on. also her editor had all but told her she was required to go — for research sake, of course. so here she was, clad in a black bikini with a jacket hanging off her shoulders, a notebook & pen in one hand, and a scowl on her lips. blue eyes darted back and forth between the people around her, attempting to find a suitable subject. picking one, a man about twice her age sitting on the beach with a jane austen novel sitting next to him, she sat down a few spots behind him, not paying mind to who she sat next to. “interesting,” she murmured to herself, pulling her notebook open and beginning to scrawl a few notes down, eyes trained on the man.

[celestehq-blog]

two fingers delicately press on the muscle sitting between her spine and shoulder, tilting her head slightly to stretch in an attempt to alleviate the pain. the discomfort is overbearing and while the back of her SUV was filled with a plethora of medicines, repellents and a first aid kit — it wasn’t equipped with their heat balm or a chiropractor. pulling her body of the sleeping bag she slowly looks towards the keys of her car, almost as if they were looking back at her with tantalising eyes. doubts lingered through her mind but it only takes a split second for her to quickly grab them as she begins walking to the area which she’d park. at that moment, she’s barely thinking. all she wants is a nights rest in her own bedroom and a proper place to shower. as she’s about to open the door, a sound emits from a couple of metres, causing her eyes to widen in shyness. “i’m not planning on leaving,” her voice drops, though the lie seems to depart from her lips a little TOO naturally, “… uh, just wanted to move parking spots, you know ? somewhere that’s not full of gravel and mud.”

[flortaeil-blog]

Taeil adjusted his top admiring how the sweater like material cut off right bellow his belly button. A content smile plastered over his lips as he looked over the pretty lilac color. As he leaned over the counter, he buried  nose back within his copy of The Tale of Despereaux. A little too indulged in the book he hadn’t noticed the costumer that walked into the coffee shop. It had only been when he decided to grab a sucker from the bin that he noticed the patron. “Oh I’m so sorry. hi, how can I help you?” he smiled brightly, stationing himself behind the register.