fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
Henry's Chest
His hands were tired and shaking, skin cracked and full of dirt. He slowly turned the door knob and the door creaked open. All that was sitting in the cold dark room was a book - a little black book resting perfectly in the centre of the room, it's old creased leather skin covered in dust like a layer of fresh snow. One single ray of sunlight coming in from the window - illuminating the old book like a spotlight on stage. He carefully picked the book up. With a racing heart, he blew off the dust and turned the first page...
By Nathaniel Hancock5 years ago in Wander
The Dying Tooth Fairy
Samuel stared at the iridescent light above his bed as he twiddled his loose tooth with the tip of his tongue. He was seven years old and had yet to lose his first tooth. He was a child with a wild imagination who believed in the impossible. Jackson, his older brother, was vile according to Samuel. A literal “fun crusher”. Jackson kept telling Samuel that the tooth fairy does not exist. Samuel, being a child of pure faith and belief in the unknown, laughed in his brother's face. Unable to wait for his tooth to fall on its own, he yanked his wobbly tooth out of the socket with his bare hands. As the blood gushed out of his mouth, his brother came and clocked him in the head for dirtying the carpet as he knew he would be responsible for the mess. Samuel, carelessly, stumbled to the bathroom and washed the blood off his hands and face. He ran his small tooth under the cold water: watching the blood-stained tooth regain its pearly white hue. Bubbling with excitement, he ran to the backyard and laid on the green grass, staring at the sky above and imagining the tooth fairyland amongst the clouds.
By Alina Bootwala5 years ago in Wander
The Duchess
As I watched the flames leap, I noticed the ashes falling and how they looked like dust. Maybe that is where the saying comes from: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. That’s all that will be left when I leave. No one will know what happened. No one would believe me if I told them. This will be my little secret until the day I die.
By Stephanie Dalton5 years ago in Wander
Witch's Sapphire
WITCH’S SAPPHIRE Late one rainy night, Elizabeth was driving home to her small town just outside of Manchester, her high beams gleaming off the dark forest around her. As she came around a curve she noticed a hooded figure standing on the side of the road. She instantly pulled to a stop.
By Jess Boccardo5 years ago in Wander
The Secret of the Lost Tomb
“We’re dead.” “Oh come on, look at the bright side—at least we’re going to die rich.” The day had not turned out the way I had expected. When I had arrived to work at the Cairo museum that morning, I had anticipated another interesting but relatively quiet day spent cataloging some recently acquired artifacts. Instead, I had ventured out in search of a lost tomb, and as a result I had become trapped there with my professional rival, Wes Hamilton. However, I was trying to stay optimistic, even if my fellow captive wasn’t. He gave me a withering glance.
By Hillary McDonald5 years ago in Wander
That's Life
Ahh, it's nice to get out of that stuffy paper bag and finally breathe again. Let's have a look around. This is a nice apartment. I could get quite comfortable here. I wonder what kind of adventures we'll have; what kind of stories will be written in me? Will she choose pen or pencil? I'm so excited! I've been on that shelf at the store for weeks watching all my brightly coloured and beautifully decorated friends be chosen one by one. I may be only one colour, not even a colour really, I believe I'm actually a shade, but I'm the most sleek and distinguished of all the little notebooks. A little black notebook says I'm important, smart, bold and can go anywhere.
By Leigh Lalonde5 years ago in Wander
Autopilot
Her brown eyes peer inquisitively at my fingers as I fumble through some paperwork on my home desk. The clutter, the unopened envelopes, and the pens sprawled all over made me all the more nervous. I try to clean and organize the mess but every time I try to motivate myself to tackle the project, self-doubt and anxiety take over.
By Fabiola De Armas5 years ago in Wander
Taxi Aquarium
On the next traffic light on 7th avenue and 55th street the Little Tree car air freshener hanging on the rear mirror once again finished swaying. It had long lost its commercial "fresh pine" scent and even before the radio was stolen during the black out, it had become more of a nostalgia item, a reminder of things gone by and perhaps of things that could have been.
By Verner Freeson5 years ago in Wander
For Paloma
“And here we are, Paloma! Your home for the next 5 months, or until you get transferred. Newbies get the top bunk so don’t hit your head on the way up, now! This cabin hasn’t been used since the last dry dock, so it might be a bit squeaky; just adds character. If you need me, just ring my deck phone. I left the number on top of your bed.”
By Nakeyta Moore 5 years ago in Wander
