Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Wander.

Outside My Window
Outside my window, a bird trills, not a quick cheerful chirp to welcome the morning, but one of agitation. His world has been disrupted. I stand from my desk and brush the billowy curtain aside to take a peek.
By Rachel Carrington6 years ago in Wander
Stand Barefoot With Me
Feel the tiny pebbles underneath your tender soles on the cool concrete of my lanai. Wiggle your toes. It hurts a little. We haven't been standing on pavement for the entire Winter. It's time to be sock-free and let our pale feet shine. Once we get comfortable -- no tiny sharp points jabbing our heels -- breathe with me. Close your eyes. The Sun's warmth invigorates our entire bodies. Breathe in. Breathe out. Before we open our eyes, just listen. Feel the wind caress your face.
By Lorre Black6 years ago in Wander
Something Outside my Window
It's a beautiful early summer day; the sun shines bright, and the cool wind sweetly wipes away the sweat droplets forming on your forehead. You walk towards the bodega. As soon as you step on the block, you hear in the distance the faint sound of lively bachata music; slowly, it gets stronger, permeating the streets with melancholic melodies of past loves and betrayal until you get to the bodega. Both the guy, Pedro, and the bodega cat or Mr. Manager, as you call him, greet you at the same time.
By Jay Cordero6 years ago in Wander
Summer Camping Trip
Early last summer I saw the camping equipment come out at the store that I work at. It reminded me of when I was a kid. My grandparents lived in a campground every summer. My aunt, uncle, and cousins would go too. Even my parents. My mom went into labor with my sister while we were there once. It was good memories. I missed the experience of going.
By Wendy6 years ago in Wander
MOROCCO
MOROCCO I was thinking about this trip for a long, long time. So many things happened in life, I was never really free to go. As a photographer, videographer, and someone who loves to document life, Morocco was a dream destination for me.
By Rijan Hamidovic6 years ago in Wander
"So...where that accent from?"
“No, I'm really not." But they don't believe me; these self-proclaimed experts on accents. "But you've got an American accent" they insist, "You must be American!"
By The Dani Writer6 years ago in Wander
The Aegean Awaits...Just Over My Balcony
“They’ll kill you. It’s not safe!” “Who’ll kill us, Mom?” “ISIS…” As it turned out, ISIS didn’t kill us when we moved to the Aegean Sea coast of Turkey. In fact, the only thing that killed us was the kindness of the Turkish people we met.
By Matt Cates6 years ago in Wander
Indecent Rubbing May Cause Pregnancy
Forget the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. You shouldn’t go to Paris without visiting Pere Lachaise cemetery. Not only is it a tree lined island of tranquility from which to escape the throngs of tourists, it is inhabited, if one can use that word, by some fascinating characters from history. Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde and Frederic Chopin are all buried there and the list of famous characters goes on and on.
By MikeAlexander6 years ago in Wander
Bridging Worlds
I’ve always loved bridges. Especially those that go over water. They connect entirely different worlds that are only a few steps apart. 836 meters is the distance between my world and the one I see out my window. It is just a ten-minute walk, but in ten minutes you can cross the border between the two worlds: The foreign land of luxury skyscrapers and designer dressed business executives, and my world, one full of young students full of hopes and dreams working toward liberal arts degrees that will never make them enough money to live on the other side of the bridge (or on this side if we’re being perfectly honest).
By Natalia6 years ago in Wander
Where Will The Sky Take Me Next?
I lay out on my sunken brown couch around 4 or 5pm everyday. I often try to find something to watch on TV but I can’t seem to find anything when I want to half the time, almost like it’s not meant to watch TV at that hour. From the corner of my eye, I can see the reflection of the sun beaming off the trees that sit in front of my large windows. The trees become this super dark yet bright vibrant tone of green. I become intrigued to watch the gold sun make its way out of the world creating a lavender sky for the evening, paving a perfect tone for the moon and stars to appear… if they do. I can’t see the sky directly from the view of my couch, little parts of it may bleed through the trees though. I determine when the sun is walking towards its goodbye when the trees begin to lose its vibrance and turn to pastels. I guess it’s my way of seeing the sky change. Because one blink, and the sun sets without saying a word like if we watch her fall, then we know all the secrets of the world.
By Raven Williams 6 years ago in Wander
Palm city
I’ve cried. I’ve wailed. I’ve actually been tormented by this time of Covid 19. The lack of human touch, the ability to make plans and the devastating loss I’ve seen and experienced, couldn’t equate to much other than a deep sense of sadness within me at times. Then I look up.
By Gold Leaf 6 years ago in Wander
Bookish Travels: Edinburgh
Of all the things I long for during lockdown, today I miss being able to browse second-hand bookshops most of all. So, as a wistful reminder, I thought I'd share an article I wrote about a bookish trip to Edinburgh back in spring 2019...
By Madeleine Foster6 years ago in Wander