fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
Preserve the Bananaslingese
The Bananaslingese are the most isolated tribe in the world, and have captured the imagination of millions. This group of indigenous tribes has lived on their island for up to 55,000 years—and without outside influence. That’s right! They’ve had no contact with the outside world. The Bananaslingese inhabit a small forested island called North Bananasling, which is approximately the size of Manhattan. They resist all contact with outsiders by attacking any boat that approaches to close.
By R. L. LASTER5 years ago in Wander
Compulsion
I should start by saying that I’m not usually this type of person. The type to quit their job at a law firm, put their house on the market, and get on standby at the airport for whatever the next flight is out of the country. That’s not me. However, on this one blustery, rainy day in Seattle in late October, I was exactly that person. Before I could control this urge, this driving compulsion pushing me headlong into the unknown, I was halfway across the Atlantic heading to Croatia. I landed at the Zadar Airport and searched the directory for the next bus to an island, any island. Island. I thought to myself. I need to be on an island. Just before I got on the bus, a tall woman in a mismatched suit stopped me. Her pink hat with her lime green suit made her standout amongst the bustle of people going about their business.
By Karissa Pelletier5 years ago in Wander
In Dream
“Don’t you worry. Just a couple more miles up this road and we’ll be outta this storm.” The chauffeur grips the wheel but remains collected as he had the whole way here. I’ve seen many hard years but I must say the ride from the airport felt like the longest hour in all my life.
By Anthony Dahm5 years ago in Wander
The Wandering Rose
The room spun around me while I simultaneously froze. In one moment I could feel the sensations of the rose flowing up my spine and into my mind's eye. It bloomed; and the books’ invisible words arranged itself onto the petals, and from its petals dripped into my heart the gold codes that moments before were indinguishabled to my physical eyes. I was floating in the liminal state of the divine, beyond any space and time. Suddenly then, I understood why.
By Danielle Dodge5 years ago in Wander
His Father deserved it.
The room was dark and grungy, the slightest bit of sunlight shone through the small windows, revealing the dust floating around like a swarm of flies. I could barely breathe properly without inhaling the particles. “I feel like we should be wearing masks in this place” I coughed.
By Mariah Mandwe5 years ago in Wander
Ha'penny
"SOLD! The 1923 halfpenny sold for $20 000 to number 93. Congratulations. Next up we have a 1916 mule halfpenny in…" "$20 000" she mouthed, as the crowds attention fixed on the next item. Her eyes remained on the small coin now being carried away, admitting to herself that she will miss that bit of copper. Yowie had been so proud of it, but this was a chance he would want her to take.
By Amanda Mara5 years ago in Wander
Petit Livre Noir
Modern Day Rome (Local News Reporting), "The winning numbers are 7,14,23,19, and 4". Reporter Says. "Oh My God, Oh My God, that's me, that's me!" "I just won 20,000 Euros; oh we up, I'm about to be on!" Jay passionately says. Clears Thorat. "You want to be rich forever?" Asks the Old Man." Jay looks. "I just won the lotto, as far as I'm concerned, we're already rich forever!" Jay Says. "Have you ever heard of The Book of Unity?" The old man Asks. "The Book of Unity, sounds like fiction to me." Jay says. "Old Man Grunts. "Fiction, oh it's the thing that brings fantasy to a standstill!" " It ultimately holds power that shift's the tide between those of power and wealth and those without; I mean, it can..." "Alright, alright, don't have a stroke, old man; what's your name anyway?" Jay interrupts and says. "Roberto." "Ok, Roberto, I just hit the lotto I'll buy the book; where is it?" Jay Asks. "It's in Vatican City!" Roberto Says. " "How much is it?" Jay asks. "The Worth is priceless; it can't be measured by money." Roberto says. Jay Smirks. "Let's say I'm a collector, and you had to sell it; how much would it be?" Jay Asks. "Like...I...Said it's" Jay Interrupts. "Ahhh Ahh Ah, I need a Price!" Old Man Exhales. "Anywhere between Thirty And Forty!" Roberto Says. Jay Chokes. "30 to 40 what?" Jay Asks. "Million!" Roberto says. "Count me in, I'll see you bright and early; we can meet here in the morning!" Jay Says.
By Ricky R Monroe II5 years ago in Wander
Ink bound
"I'm late", she muttered. The sky was already lightening up, and the first sun rays began hitting the dusty windows of her flat. She looked outside towards the railway station and its big antique clock, reminding her it was past 6 am and she was, indeed, very late.
By Essie Dunn5 years ago in Wander
Another Adventure
She laid in bed after another tiring day, so similar to the previous four, yet full of its own unique trials. As she reflected on the past year, she bemoaned the contrast of her present realities to how she had envisioned what this year would hold. She pulled out a little black notebook from her nightstand. It was supposed to be a travel notebook. There were even tabs for budgeting and packing. Instead, it had become a collection of shattered hopes and dreams, and sketches of things she especially wanted to see but never would. Years ago, she had written on the front cover with silver marker, “I think I’m quite ready for another adventure.” Now she held it in her hands like an old love letter. “Another adventure,” she scoffed at herself. When was the last time she had had any adventures? Just once she wanted to get out and see the world. Just once she wanted to throw caution to the wind and not have to be sensible. There was a war within her. “You only get one life, live it.” “You need a safety net; you have a house and kids and responsibilities.” She could almost see the tiny figures hashing it out on her shoulders. But which voice had the tiny halo and which the horns and pitchfork? She couldn’t decide. “Oh well,” she thought, it wasn’t like what little she had in savings could pay for much of an adventure anyway.
By Amanda Stevenson5 years ago in Wander
The Books in our Nightstand
Truthfully, I only existed in two places for the majority of my young life. The first was a company-owned 2006 Chevrolet Impala. It was an awful tan color, and had more miles on it than my manager’s net worth. I had put on seven or eight thousand of them in my short time as a sales representative. We were a company no one had heard of, selling blue-light glasses which I’m quite sure didn’t work.
By Jay Cooper5 years ago in Wander
Unexpected Changes
James sat at the kitchen counter, looking over his bank statement and credit card debt. £8,137.94 in the red. How had it gotten so out of hand? He knew she took his card shopping, “you don’t mind do you?” she’d smile sweetly. Mind? She’d just given him the best morning of his life, who was he to mind?
By Catherine Moolenschot5 years ago in Wander
