Latest Stories
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The red
I’m usually out at night during the ripe hours of the city’s silence. Passing non existent footsteps, gracing street lights with no weight, pushing nothing but air and dust sparks from day old construction workers. The weight of the lens moves heavy on my shoulders with nothing to capture but the shadow I hear as I walk on light. Crossing street poles, cracks on the floor, visualising a future on naked mountain scapes overlooking colours of Barragán to keep the night interesting.
By Rowland Reyes Martinez5 years ago in Wander
Epilogue
I am the daughter you didn’t know you had. My mother, the woman you once called Wife, had me fourteen weeks after your divorce was finalized. You didn’t know she was pregnant because she did not tell you. The divorce was as simple as it was painful, made under the safety blanket of a one-year protection order. There was no in-person mediation, no court appearances. She paid for a good attorney who blocked you from her, and me. I was melon-sized in her round belly when the attorney mailed Mom the final papers, which you reluctantly signed and notarized. You asked to see her one more time. The attorney said no.
By Jenny Rowe5 years ago in Wander
On the Road Again
I love a good road trip, always have. I’m Charlene ~ adventure seeker, writer, beach bum and most notably, a loner. I need to think smart and keep this duffle bag simple. That’s my best friend, Samantha, or Sam, over there texting on my bed. She still questions my decision to venture out alone. She keeps asking me, “Why can’t you wait until summer, when I have vacation time, and I’ll go too?” I snicker innocently, “Sam, you know I love a spring fling. I need this trip, now! Something is telling me this getaway is about more than I know. Something special is in the air. Don’t worry, I’ll call every day, text at every stop.”
By Kimberly Mitchell5 years ago in Wander
Why Trek to Annapurna Circuit in Nepal?
The Annapurna Circuit Trek is one among the famous and most trekked route within the country in Annapurna region. every day of this excellent journey gets better and better because the path leads further into the mountains and eventually into the Mars-like Mustang region. The trail completely changes after descendant from the Thorong La Pass (5,416 meters), which is that the highest point of the trek.
By thirdeye adventure5 years ago in Wander
Black Book and Dagger
I haven’t ever really told my story to anyone. Or at least not all the way through … bits and pieces here and there. So unbelievable it is to the ordinary person that none are really able to believe. Most can’t and so won’t perceive beyond the ordinary. This is a sorry thing. Sorry too is it, that in most cases, people are only seeking superficial satisfaction confined to this material plane, where surely moth doth corrupt.
By Mandy West5 years ago in Wander
Hotel 20k
Euphoric! It was that feeling, that very special sensational feeling. Euphoria!, I think. As I stand in the airport boarding my flight to Manhattan, New York. Thinking back on the time I wanted this , I planned this and I dreamt of this and now I can barely contain the euphoria now that I'm living this as I swipe my boarding pass. I take my window seat and watch out the window as the plane takes off.
By Courtney Carter5 years ago in Wander
Story of Ryan Skine
Welcome to Nowhere, Stranger Welcome to the middle of nowhere. Population; nobody important. It’s not like being poor makes you a nobody, but the richest person in this so-called town would only be able to afford a two-bedroom trailer if they saved up for a couple of months. The town was already talked about simply because there were no children to be found here. Made sense though, after all, there were no couples either. Would you want to raise children in a tiny mining town where the streets crack and the animals and bugs out number the people? Didn’t think so.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Wander
The Neighborhood
Sadiya entered the automatic sliding doors into the lobby of a hotel. It was the first one she spotted in the town she would sojourn in for a week's time, and it appeared to be a decent place to settle. It smelled like a peaceful home, rather than the usual cheap coffee and mothballs that accompany small town motels.
By Kaelyn Williams5 years ago in Wander
The Pageturners
The warm afternoon sun shines through the window of white two-story suburban home located in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. A shaggy haired 18 year old boy is standing in the middle of his bedroom holding a guitar in his hand while standing over a distortion pedal. He starts to play part of an original song that he usually does with his band as he imagines performing in front of a sold out crowd at the Filmore Auditorium. All he wants is to have that success on stage; he can't see himself doing anything else.
By John O'Neill5 years ago in Wander
