Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Wander.

A Little River's Gift
The late afternoon sun trickled in through the canopy as Lydia fanned herself with the day’s newspaper. She always made a point to stop by the little convenience store on her way to the riverside to grab herself the latest print. Not that she ever read the news of course, but it sure provided the greatest relief from Alabama’s blistering summer heat.
By Ellie Lennon 5 years ago in Wander
The Treasure Diary
It had been nearly a year since her aunt Deanna had died, yet Rachel still couldn’t bring herself to go through her few scant belongings. Her aunt was never one to hold onto things, preferring instead to living minimally. This was a way of life Rachel happily adopted. This almost nomad-like detachment to material things allowed them both the freedom to set off on adventures whenever inspiration struck them.
By Jenny Fowler 5 years ago in Wander
One For The Road
Chicago “My name is David. David Montrose.” He tried to say confidently. Maybe just go with David. He sighed. Then left the bathroom, grabbed his only bag, and drove to O’Hare. The car wasn’t his, but the FBI would take care of it. He parked at the airport, and made his way over to the Hilton across the street. He sat in the lobby, incredibly nervous. He was told to sit on the east corner sofas, as far away from the windows and open doors as possible.
By Katelyn O’Leary 5 years ago in Wander
Making History
No, you were not nervous. Because to say that you were nervous would be an understatement. You were downright petrified.
By AY5 years ago in Wander
Silence
I was nine years old when the seven-seven bombings happened. I don’t really remember anything about that day. My family didn’t personally know anyone who died. There was one thing, though, that we all took from it, etched into our heads like an unspoken rule: An abandoned bag on a train is no longer just a mild inconvenience to its owner, it’s a genuine cause for widespread panic. Any other time I would have pulled the alarm immediately, but something about the circumstances made me hesitate…
By Ingrid Allan5 years ago in Wander
The Little Black Book
Penelope Rose was just like any other twenty-something. She had an average job at MedTekk, answering phone calls about insurance coverage. She had a few close friends that she would hang out with on the weekends. The oddest thing about her was her long-lost father, who disappeared one night to never return. She sat with her headset on at MedTekk, typing up a work-up of coverage from a patient who had just called. It was reaching 2pm. She flipped her long chestnut braid over her thin shoulder as she placed her hand on a picture of her father that was pinned to her wall. He was of average height with shaggy brown hair, a very trimmed beard and was always smiling his crooked smile, as if he was always up to something exciting. Penelope's heart seized at the thought of him. He had vanished when she was eight years old, and she never learned if he had actually run off or something more sinister happened to him. She still had all these questions racing through her head. Had he left her on purpose? Where was he now? Did he have another family? She sighed. All that was behind her now, and she should move on, but it's hard when you don't get closure. She grew up in the foster care system until she was eighteen, then moved into her own apartment. She sat in her cubicle, staring at a bright blue screen in a daze thinking back on the last time she had seen her father, when the phone rang. Now, this was typical for her job, but this particular phone call was not.
By Cassandra Andresky5 years ago in Wander
The little black book, a small window of opportunity
It seemed to be some kind of avant-garde art project that had captured the world's attention. Across every continent, people were reporting the mysterious appearance and disappearance of a little black book and how it changed their lives irrevocably.
By Asia Johnson5 years ago in Wander
The Little Black Book
One would say that going on a seven-day vacation in Greece would be the best week ever, and I agree! And what happened to me, are the things you see in movies. Trust me, what I’m about to tell you will have you booking your next flight to Greece.
By courtney cabrera 5 years ago in Wander
No Time Left
Ruby I walked the beach as the wind raged around me, needing this moment. I hadn’t been home to Oregon in a few years, and coming back for Seth’s funeral was almost impossible to believe. My blonde hair wrapped around my throat as I reached for it, hearing a voice above the wind. I turned to see Layla walking towards me, wrapped in a jacket with a red hat pulled over her green hair.
By Jennwrites5 years ago in Wander
The Little Black Book
His hand wavered as he filled in the small bubbles, his pen jumping and dancing outside the bleeding ink rings, filling in those numbers. The ones that had kept him awake and thinking, ruminating, debating, and pretty much everything for the better part of a month. “4,” “32,” “19,” “11,” “40,” and finally, “6.” He surveyed, making sure everything was correct. It was, and when he finished, he felt an odd sense of relief, of ease.
By Cam D5 years ago in Wander
The Legend of the Golden Dolphin
Now, before I get the chance to tell you about my secret world, I wanted to say that my methods are unconventional, in fact they've been called borderline crazy, absurd, and even insane from my colleagues in the scientific community, those afraid to imagine the endless possibilities of our ancient aquatic links, and especially the friends who know me. No wonder my husband got scared and left when I went babbling on well, maybe more like an obsession, about my parents’ notations and clues in their little black book… something that later revealed to me ”the legend of the golden dolphin.” If I had known then what I know now, would I have still made the same unpredictable choices? Possibly, except I would definitely NOT have married Steve. Yet if I didn’t marry Steven, then I wouldn’t have gone on my broken heart path, and you know. Sometimes in life, the stuff we think aren’t meant to happen, does and then eventually, treasures are thankfully revealed. All in all, this amazing adventure in the deep waters of Oceania I hold dear because of my parents’ little black book. That book that took me beneath the waves into uncovering a remarkable mystery. Yet, whoa… I’m getting way ahead of myself.
By Dolphingirl5 years ago in Wander
The Train Journey
The train chugged along. She looked out of the window, deep in thought. The scenes scrolled into oblivion as she sipped the mediocre coffee served on trains. Her breath formed temporary stories onto the glass, but they faded from memory almost as soon as they were told. She was alone in the compartment. She was alone in life. It seemed befitting somehow.
By Salma Y5 years ago in Wander