Creative Writing Inspiration and Ideas: 10 Beach Writing Prompts
Creative writing inspiration often comes to us in waves of inspirational writing ideas. Sometimes quite literally, when we head to the sands for some beach story ideas.
Short story inspiration can be found within the relaxing sound of the waves. Poetry inspiration formed along with footprints with the soft crush of sand beneath your feet.
Beach writing prompts are scattered across the sand. Creative writing inspiration discovered among the lost items washed ashore. Beach short story ideas forming from a mysterious object bobbing on the waves. Good story ideas are sometimes hard to come by, but a stroll along the beach may be all the writing inspiration you need.
Beach Creative Writing Ideas
A walk along the beach is just what a writer needs to clear their heads of daily tasks, relax them, and release their imagination and ideas. Many studies have shown that a walk on the beach lowers stress and blood pressure, boosts mood and has many positive effects on mental health. All things that can also boost creativity for writers.
The beach is also inspiring for us authors. Anything could be buried in the sand, or wash up on the shore. Everything we see is a writing prompt, if we only wonder where it came from, who the previous owner was.
Any kind of horror beach short story idea could be lurking in the darker depths of the sea, or a poetry idea related to the treasure waiting to be discovered on the seabed. Romance authors could even find inspiration for characters who don’t mind a bit of sand in hard to reach places…
“Meredith did drop her dress and her inhibitions, afterwards gently plucking a dainty shell from her bottom.”
I have just remembered why I don’t write beach romance stories.
Writing Stories at the Beach
I have some big news to share with you… after 21 years living in England, I have finally moved back to Scotland! Ayrshire on the west coast is now my home. I can let the full Scots back into my accent, and my daughter can develop her own twang, so she may finally be able to understand what I’m saying in the home videos of my childhood!
I grew up in Wick, which is in Caithness (near John O’ Groats) in the far north of Scotland. A small town filled with decent, good-hearted, funny and hard-working people, my family included. Wick and the Highlands have become the setting in quite a few of my recent beach short story ideas.
Edit: enough to fill a book…
The majority of my family are Scottish. My dad had also spent part of his childhood growing up in Wick and we had attended the same secondary school, Wick High School. My grandparents ran a tearoom in Strathpeffer and over the years the rest of us became spread out across the Highlands. The A9 north from Inverness is basically the trunk of my family tree, with each of us settled on the branches along the way (minus the few who smuggled themselves south of the border).
Beach Short Story Ideas
Wick has grown over the years that I have been away. What I remember as fields is now a retail park. The Caithness Glass factory that fascinated me as a child is closed down long ago. The ‘forest’ next to it that my friends and I used to play in as children is now mostly fenced off. However, all these memories and experiences are perfect for beach short story ideas and creative writing prompts.
I have been back up nearly every single year since I left as a fresh-faced 16 year old in 1999, sometimes two or three times, on 1,500 mile road trips. Sadly, in the name of progress, my primary school has been knocked down (North Primary School) and my high school is currently empty, a modern one built behind it.
Edit: You can read about the ghosts that haunted my school and terrified me as a child (and also provided writing inspiration) in the Amazon bestseller Scottish Urban Legends: 50 Myths and True Stories.
Beach Themed Writing Ideas
The following is an excerpt from my beach short story Call of the Nuckelavee which was published in my Amazon bestselling book Mysteries and Misadventures: Tales from the Highlands.
The story is about a broken-hearted woman who trudges along the sandy dunes, following the voice of her drowned father. Her mind full of questions, she spies a dog ahead that appears to be beckoning her to follow. She suddenly realises it’s her father’s dog, missing since the day of his death. To rescue the dog, she launches herself into the sea, where she comes face to face with a creature from Scottish legends that has haunted her recent nightmares. With suspicions about her father’s drowning swirling around in her head, she must decide quickly how far she is willing to go to get answers.
She gasped as her foot slipped at the top of the dune. Arms flailing, she tumbled over the high ridge and down the steep sandy embankment. Coarse grass and broken shells scratched at her palms and face as she slid to a halt at the bottom.
Need to be more careful.
Drawing deep gulps of air, she spat a glob of salty grit onto the sand and pushed herself to her knees. The soft pale sand, so beautiful from a distance, betrayed those who wandered too close to its edge. She knew this, but she didn’t have a choice. The sea called to her, the promise of dark revelations on its lips. Confessing its misdeeds.
Scowling from the effort, she stood and brushed the sand from her thick coat and fleece-lined leggings.
Let’s do this.
Beach Creative Writing Prompts
The memories and friendships I have from my childhood are still strong, and now I’m living a bit closer my road trips will not take as long! Importantly, I can still visit the beaches I played on as a child. Reiss Beach in particular is one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever been to and is a great source of writing inspiration for me. And you can still find me having a dip in the North Sea (even the Trinkie) as late as October and November!
Wick and the surrounding area has a strong heritage, from the iron ages, to the Norse pagan period. It’s believed Wick was originally named from the Norse word vik, meaning bay. A Viking town then with an enormous sense of history, adventure, mystery and wonder in its beaches, forests and ruins. Endless beach writing inspiration for short stories and book characters.
To help you form your own creative writing ideas, here is a list of 10 beach story writing prompts:
- Walking along the beach, your dog returns with a mysterious object in his mouth
- Your dog stops at a particular patch of sand and starts whining and digging
- You spot a mysterious object shining among the ashes of a beach campfire
- You glimpse a hand rising from the sea, beckoning you to enter
- As you walk along the beach, a familiar voice on the wind whispers your name
- Drag marks in the sand lead inside a beach cave, but no footprints leave
- You lift a small crab from a rock pool, and it speaks to you
- You lose track of time exploring, and the tide has come in quicker than expected
- After a flash of light on the beach, you return home to find the world has changed
- As you watch the sun set behind the horizon, something rises from the sea
I hope these beach writing prompts help you generate your own beach story ideas.
Best of luck with your writing!
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It’s not often that you come across a sunrise-gold beach. That was our privilege as we gazed out at the slothful sea. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its Neptune-blue gown. The beach was so soft, it felt like we were walking on a blanket of candy floss. The shimmering sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering cliffs. Far out to sea, streams of pulsing light saturated the surface with a golden haze. It was confessional-quiet and this Babylon of beaches felt like paradise. The horizon seemed to be stitched with a line of silver.
A flock of noisy seagull were squawking over our heads and squabbling about something. They wheeled and arced, their raucous cries ringing off the cliffs. There was a strange glamour to their timeless call as they soared between the wands of God-goldened light. A single yacht bobbed and lolled in the incoming tide, like a toy in a bath. Its lights winked saucily as the wave-crests rose gently. The siren call of the sea was soothing, the wave music welcome. The rising sun laminated us with warmth and a carnival of smells drifted towards us from the hotel kitchen. We had coal-fired lobster for breakfast and it tasted as galactic as the hotel’s name: Heavens Hideaway.
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Descriptive Short Story: The Beach
As the sun shines happily on the cool, rippling surface of the sea, cars drive towards the nearest parking space like they would never have another chance to see this exquisite scene. Children are the first out, and they run frantically towards the sea, as if competing for a gold medal.
The parents are next out of the sleeping creatures, tangled in the deck chairs, towels and umbrellas they brought with them for this beautiful day. Mums screech for their children to be careful, clinging onto their infants as they try to stumble after their older siblings. The dads huff and grumble as they are left to carry all the ‘essentials’ the mothers had insisted on bringing.
The peace has been invaded, yet the sea couldn’t be happier.
And then, a hundred cries of joy drown out all other sounds—the children have penetrated the turquoise swirls of the deep blue carpet. The nourishing sea cools them. Some relax, letting the water gently lap at their bodies. Others run riot, splashing about and giggling wildly. And some stand at shore, letting the sea-cat rub around their ankles as they marvel at its treasures—dead or alive.
Panting as though they were the dogs that have been brought here, the mothers and fathers finally catch up. They prepare themselves for a nice long sunbathing session, leaving the infants—reeking of sunscreen—to totter off and make sandcastles.
As the hours whiz by, people come and go, parents dragging their children away as they shriek for “just another five minutes”, but they know it won’t work a third time. They know that parents just don’t understand. Very few appreciate the wonderful feeling of the powdery sand between your toes, or the blissful sensation of the cool waves crashing against your ankles, legs, waist.
And when the last person turns to leave, the sea silently whines for them to come back. It runs after them but slips and falls down, back to where it started. It tries again, and again, and again, and again. and again. and. again. and. gives up.
The blood-red sky swirls like the sea did blue. The sea kicks over every sandcastle in rage and a petty attempt at revenge before settling down in time for Lunar to show off her silver gown. And in the moonlight he cries. And in the twilight he mourns. And in the morning he forgets, ready for another day with the people at the beach.