by Lili Nemeth ’24
The Life of a Seashell by Ellie Whitman ’23
The ocean waves crashed onto the sand in a calm, yet forceful manner. As the tide became higher, more and more seaweed and driftwood appeared on the shore. Everything that washed up onto the beach was so dull, except for this one conch shell that could catch the eye of anyone passing. Its colors on the outside were light, but the inside shined with bright pink. This seashell stood out, as it was the largest among the rest. As everyone passed and admired its beauty, the tide crashed into the conch shell as if it was encouraging it to be great. The shell would stand tall in all its beauty and embrace the compliments from the strangers on the beach. Little did they all know, this shell has been waiting for this day for a long time. To finally be appreciated for all it is and to have the sun beam down like a spotlight to highlight the shimmering glow on this shell. This would last until one person would decide to pick the conch shell up and claim it as their own. No one knew that when that happened, this shell would see their dream die off in the blink of an eye. Gone and put away for someone’s memory of the trip they took to the beach. Every day, the tide would crash over and over again, just waiting to encourage the next shell longing to be seen.
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