Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Wander.
They Paved Paradise
Last night I snuck out, hours after everyone went to sleep, I did this all summer. It was my job to wake up my friends, and we would cruise the streets of good old WI, until the sun began to break the horizon. The back door to the Captree Day Camp indoor pool was open that night (ok, maybe it wasn’t), but we decided to have some fun. The cops came, one guy got caught, and my Mom was sitting on my bed—when I snuck back in through the window.
By Gene Hilgreen5 years ago in Wander
Beach Haven
What started as a visit with some old friends a long time ago, became a place I would later call home. Little to my knowledge I would be calling the town I ventured to my residence. With many places I have yet had the opportunity of seeing, and many things I have not had the chance, time or opportunity of doing. The beautiful town of Imperial Beach in San Diego California has become my home. Growing up in the Land of 10,000 lakes with ice cold winters I had always wanted to live on the beach where I could swim and surf everyday and the water was warm. Although the water is cold, and I don't have the time for swimming and surfing in the waters and don't have a surfboard, I live within a mile. With my time spoken for and a lot of things I would rather be doing, the blissful waves, friendly faces, and quiet town has still grown on me quickly.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Wander
A Hometown Is Not a Place
To have a hometown is to know where you are from. Perhaps that is the problem with being a military brat. When people have asked me where I am from, I have discovered is that they are really asking where the last place I lived was. They don’t care about the towns and cities military families pass through. None quite know the unique struggle of moving every few years and calling a new place your hometown. Whenever I am asked about my hometown, I have to pause for a moment and think. Each time I come to the same conclusion:
By Alysha Thornton5 years ago in Wander
Why I Dove Headfirst Into the Ocean at Midnight
Back in 2016 I was pretty reckless. On a whim, I bought plane tickets to Ireland for a two week time frame knowing absolutely nothing about the country. I had just moved home at age 22 to start pursuing some kind of degree from a local community college, and I was feeling desperate for some kind of adventure.
By Nicholas J Stewart5 years ago in Wander
There are two Caribbeans
Saturday mornings in the Caribbean are not washed in the music of ocean waves. No. They are made of earthquakes. Vibrating windows and cacophony. The lawn have to cut. And the neighbor dog have to bark at the whacker-man cutting the lawn. We don't sleep in here.
By Stephanie Ramlogan5 years ago in Wander
The Dangerous Waters of Lake Superior
What do you think of when I ask you to picture a lake? Depending on where you call home, you could have come up with anything from a small, shallow body of water to a deeper, larger lake. If you've ever been on the shores of Lake Superior, you'll know that this lake is unlike any other.
By Isla Berry5 years ago in Wander
Lowestoft: A Tale of Shifting Sands
When I was a kid, I thought everyone lived by the sea. I was so used to hearing the harsh call of seagulls and being within walking distance of a beach, that it never occurred to me that some children lived far away from the coast. The revelation, when it hit me around the age of ten, woke me from a little bubble and slowly added new appreciation for my hometown, and what it means to me.
By Sophie Jackson5 years ago in Wander
Gypsy's Soul
Everyone paints themselves as victims in their stories because no one ever feels sorry for the villain. No ever stops to think that the villain is just a victim that never got rescued by the hero. Inside of every villain is a victim that just wanted to be saved. At least that's what I liked to tell myself whenever I felt bad about leaving home. My mother told me that when I was born, my eyes never stopped searching the room. Almost as if I was looking for something or someone specific. She named me Gypsy because of it, always telling people that from the moment I was born I was always searching for home. I guess that's one thing she got right. I always knew that home was more of a feeling, and less of a place. So although she hated when I ran away, she understood my need to be free. But freedom always comes at a price. A price that I’d be paying for the rest of my life.
By Chartay Powell5 years ago in Wander
Welcome to the City That Endlessly Enchants-My Chennai
Chennai, earlier called Madras, is one of the largest cultural and educational centers in South India. Located on the Coromandel Coast of the Bay of Bengal, Chennai is the capital of the state of Tamil Nadu. It has won several accolades and is reputed for being the safest city in India.
By Bertilla Niveda5 years ago in Wander
