Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Wander.
A TRIP TO REMEMBER
There were so many days that Dominick and Natasha wanted to go on their adventure. But they could never getaway. There was always something going on. They were so busy that every month that passed there plains for this beautiful experience grew further and further away. Until one day, they both were fed up with their work and everything going on in their lives that they jumped in their car and took off driving out of the city.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Wander
Serenity in Chaos
The blue hue of the sky, so inviting, so large, so close. The clouds dance around my head leaving small puddles of rain around me. The vast darkness of space, mixed in with trillions of twinkles, make their way through the blue. The sky has officially fallen in on me. But not just the sky, buildings, and mountains, they all seem to fall. And here I am trying to build a house out of cards. Orange glows in the distance fills me with warmth, even at this distance. The crashing sounds wave, like ocean tides, washing away any glimpse of feeling I have left to feel. I gladly receive this baptism. I sit upon a hilltop, in a medium-sized home maybe about two or three bedrooms, in my meditative sitting position soaking up the waves and embers. Roars of wild beasts fill my heart with tingles that travel throughout my entire body, but I don’t have the ability to muster up the strength to even shed a blink. Beautiful luminous lights from the skies descend down to our land, as if on a business trip from the nebulas. I wonder what their business is for them being here, huh. But back to my house, it really isn’t even my house. I just found it on my pilgrimage and saw that there were no lights on and it was empty with an open door. It feels like mine though. I was looking for water and food, I found some, just haven’t decided to leave this place yet. Something about it is just so serene like I don’t have a care in the world anymore. People are littering the streets, setting up massive fires for warmth, and here I am, just a traveler in someone else’s home. Even though I’m not the only one that does this, it doesn’t feel the same with me. Am I supposed to be above this type of activity? I don’t know. All I know is that I haven’t moved from this porch yet in quite some time. I started to notice details in the design of this house, paneling for the sides, brick for the front, red shutters, and chimney. The reasoning for this type of shelter has now changed. The need for bolts, nails and wood, and weapons. I wonder what time was like when people felt more free, free to be themselves, free to love, free to care, free to do whatever they wanted. All I know is strife, violence, protection, hoarding, and micromanaging. All of these sights strike me as beautiful though, is it because this is all I’ve ever known? Have I truly come to accept, and embrace it? Has the world come to accept it and I follow suit? Huh. Why don’t I move from this porch? Am I scared, lazy, uninspired? What time is it? I should be getting back. The more I try to leave, the more this porch reaches its arms out and forces me not to move. If I leave, it might give this poor old porch a heartbreak, and what type of person would I be if I just left this porch all alone. I should be a good steward with it and keep it company, as it has accompanied me while I was lost in thought. Oh well, I guess we can both sit here and observe this immaculate devastating painting together, of the end of the world.
By aadaamkelly5 years ago in Wander
For Iceland and other Dreams
There was absolutely nothing remarkable about the small, battered black book that lay in his lap. The spine was coming apart at the edges, frayed binding and torn chips of leather telling a story of a life of use. The cover -mottled with patches of alternating rough and smooth leather worn down by years of handling, was a patchwork of history written in friction. He hadn't dared open it yet, his hands still locked around the frail, bony hand dangling off the edge of the pristine hospital bed. Like the book, the hand was worn and weathered, translucent skin clinging loosely to what remained of the once strong bones beneath. Finn could barely feel a pulse, a movement - any indication that his grandfather was more than a lifeless husk. Each ragged wheeze preceded an agonising silence, a pause that opened a gaping chasm in Finn's stomach until another whisper of air escaped those dry and pallid lips. A strained rhythm stretched across the dying hours of sunlight, hypnotic and exhausting, until the sun dipped below the faintly glowing clouds and the rhythm ended.
By Matt Greenwood5 years ago in Wander
My Greatest Bookstore Adventure
Considering Los Angeles, CA is a concrete jungle of sorts, there is always little hidden gems to find. Having lived in California, there is so much to do and see that you would never be bored. I recently got back into reading in 2018 after my struggles with anxiety and depression began to hit new levels of highs and lows. I never seemed to be able to find a balance in life, but reading provided the opportunities of an escape into a world full of adventures and problems that were not my own.
By Kayla Lindley5 years ago in Wander
Magical Caoimhe
She felt the morning air warming from the sun as she walked the familiar dirt path through the woods. Nina was trying to shake the glum feeling that had been hanging on her for months. She hoped the walk and the Spring air might help revive her soul. Not only had it been a harsh Winter, but the sad events of the past few years had worn her down. She was tired. Thoughts and memories rambled through her mind, depressing her even more. She could feel the buildup of tears coming. Nina looked up and down the path and into the surrounding woods and saw no one. It would be safe to sit somewhere and cry.
By Tersa Morris5 years ago in Wander
Worldwide Weird: Nature's Nightmares
1. Hoia Bacui Forest, Romania The forest gained notoriety in the 1960's when a biologist snapped some photographs of what appeared to be an alien UFO hovering above the trees. Interest in the area grew from there and the forest has become one of the world's most active paranormal hot spots in the world. There have been many accounts of ghostly activity reported by visitors to the forest, including but not limited to sightings of apparitions, inexplicable faces appearing in photographs that were not there at the time of taking, more UFO sightings, orbs and disembodied voices.
By Stace Oddity5 years ago in Wander
Adventures with Helen
Pulling into the parking spot that likely did not exist a few years earlier, Hope fought the tears threatening to spill over for a place she never visited. This gas station was not supposed to be here; it should be a cute little restaurant celebrating its 150th birthday.
By Eryn Milliken5 years ago in Wander
P.P.Paris 1941
We arrived at our Paris apartment in the middle of a sunny afternoon, anticipating another wonderful vacation in the city of light. The seventh arrondissement, how we loved the area. Bakeries everywhere, wine shops, cafes, people with two baguettes, one to eat on the run, and one to take home. It was good to be back.
By Joanne Smith-Camm5 years ago in Wander
Celebrating Oktoberfest (Travel from Home #4)
Honestly, going to Germany for Oktoberfest has never been on my bucket list. I have a friend who goes to celebrate it every year, but I've never really understood the appeal. As I don’t drink or eat meat, that's probably to be expected. Because of this, my celebration of Oktoberfest turned out to be much different from the typical experience (but perhaps just as carb-heavy).
By Kate McDevitt5 years ago in Wander
