Did you know there is a group for writers in Ocean Shores?
The Wave Writers of Ocean Shores meets at the Community Club on the 2nd and 4th Thursday of every month.
Next Meeting
Thursday, December 12, 2:00 to 4:00 PM
Ocean Shores Community Club’s Bayshore Clubhouse at 1016 Catala Ave. S.E.
Meeting schedule for 2024 and 2025:
December 12th and 26th
January 9th and 23rd
Members in good standing of the Community Club and their guests are welcome to attend any Wave Writers meeting. New guests please call (360) 593-0333 just before the meeting (between 1:45 and 2:00 PM) and a member will happily come to the front counter to escort you in as a guest. Guest will be asked to pay $1 to the Community Club for using the facility.
We hope to see you there! Bring a story (1 to 2 pages) and 10 copies to pass around so members can read along with you.
Here’s a short story to help your imagination:
The Secret of the Singing Sand
On a misty morning in Ocean Shores, WA, young Emma wandered the beach at low tide, her boots crunching against the wet sand. She had moved to Ocean Shores just weeks ago, her parents drawn by the town’s promise of a quieter life. For Emma, the stillness was daunting. She missed the hum of the city and the company of her old friends.
As she walked, her gaze fell on a peculiar piece of driftwood shaped like an ancient wand. She picked it up and, feeling whimsical, gave it a wave. Suddenly, a soft hum filled the air. It wasn’t the wind or the ocean—it seemed to come from the sand beneath her feet.
“Magic,” Emma whispered, her imagination spinning.
Intrigued, she followed the sound as it ebbed and flowed. It led her past the tide pools glistening with starfish and anemones, to a secluded cove she hadn’t discovered before. The sand here was finer, smoother, and as she stepped onto it, the hum grew louder, transforming into a melodic song.
An older woman sitting on a log nearby startled Emma. The woman had a kind face and an air of mystery, her silver hair shining like moonlight.
“You’ve found the Singing Sand,” the woman said with a knowing smile. “It’s a gift from the ocean for those who truly listen.”
Emma was skeptical. “But why does it sing?”
“It carries the stories of Ocean Shores,” the woman explained. “From the earliest settlers to the wandering otters, even to you, Emma.”
Emma’s eyes widened. “How do you know my name?”
The woman winked. “The sand told me.”
Over the weeks that followed, Emma visited the Singing Sand daily. She brought her sketchbook and began to draw the stories she felt hidden in its melody: a stormy night when a lighthouse saved a ship, a family picnicking under the summer sun, and even her own story of discovering this magical town.
As Emma shared her sketches at school and with her neighbors, something shifted. She began to feel connected to Ocean Shores and its people. The town wasn’t just her parents’ choice anymore; it was her home.
Years later, when Emma became an artist known for capturing the soul of Ocean Shores, she often returned to the Singing Sand. She never forgot the melody that had taught her to listen, to see, and to belong.
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