fact or fiction

Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.

Shapes of Love
It was a modest thing. A black thing. Cloaked in moleskine. Tobacco and vanilla perfumed its parchment. I hadn't a clue then, the role this book would play. But I could feel it's importance. Its enigmatic significance. They called me demented. Madwoman.
By Ravenne 5 years ago in Wander
The Little black book
The village of Dankokunku found in the outcast of Sambasumbu region in a small country name the Gambia in Africa was known for its mystics and dark forest. it was believed to be a land that no man can build a home in for the famous guardian of the dark forest named "Saburjaga" meaning "the nose that smells a soul from a thousand mile away and the only person the guard will gives access to will be a female warrior that is gonna be born with a gift in her hands that's the key to removing the darkest from the village of dankokunko, centuries went by but no child was born with any form of gift in their hands so the village had no hope of ever occupying that village after losing so many lives in attempt to settle there.
By Ebrima Dibba5 years ago in Wander
Cracking the Code
I sat in the kitchen with my grandmother on a sunny day listening to her tell stories from her youth. “Oh dear, back when I was younger we did all kinds of “wild” stuff,” she said using air quotes around the word wild.
By Lori Romine5 years ago in Wander
Small Town Girl
Suzanne brushed the hair from her eyes and rubbed her lower back. Stacks of old books surrounded her on all sides. Being the only grandchild on both sides of her family, Suzanne was intimately familiar with the thankless job of settling an estate. As she stretched, she spied an inconspicuous black journal tucked near the bottom of a pile. The uncle she had loved so dearly didn’t seem the diary type.
By Heather McEnroe5 years ago in Wander
What's In A Notebook?
The sun rose upon the pink horizon, creating a hue of rose gold throughout the sky. It was to be another day where the heat cooked the pavements outside. Native birds made their morning call as Eivor's alarm clock blared an unsynchronised sound. Rolling her eyes beyond her skull, she reached over to slap the alarm clock from the bedside table, which was covered in empty packets of chocolate. The crashing noise brought her brother, Cecil in from the living room.
By Moyra Hall5 years ago in Wander
Where
WHERE ____ The walls of the cave were not warm. They were damp, sure. But they were not cold either. The sand that her legs were molded into was moist, saturated in some places, giving way to her weight. The dry pieces sticking to the bare skin of her feet.
By Kurstyn Casey5 years ago in Wander
Mary Jane
Hold the gate! Dee shouted to Dave. He was deaf in one ear but always managed to hear when she was close by. His deep green eyes would light up when he saw her, and he was always the first to wave with his beaming smile when they crossed paths at the marina. Today was no different. Scanning his security fob and waiting for the click to release the bolt, Dave waited as Dee raced towards him with a wobbly wheelbarrow piled high like a double ice cream cone.
By Michelle Neilson5 years ago in Wander
Le Livre Noir
You can't begin to imagine how tough it is being a private detective these days; if the police aren't getting in my way when I approach a crime scene, it's the customers thinking you only exist to find missing people or snap pictures of cheating spouses. I didn't want to join the police despite being told I was the next Sherlock Holmes; both a compliment and an insult, Sherlock never had to deal with being a woman.
By Alan Walker5 years ago in Wander
Evansmore
Dame Evansmore lay in bed waiting for him to arrive. She nervously wrung her hands, looking about the mahogany room. She took in the beautiful decor and exotic keepsakes, saw how meaningless they all were now. Where she was going, she would have no need for those material items. She knew she had not much time and there was much to accomplish before she left. She could only hope it wasn't too late. People in the Manor thought she was a doddering old woman, senile at best. Oh she had her wits about her, she did. She may not be able to move around like she used to but she saw and heard everything. When she discovered the plans taking place regarding the Manor, she knew she had to act quickly. There were far too many secrets and too much at stake to lose the estate to anyone, especially that of her daughter-in-law and her grandson. There was only one person who she would ever leave the Manor to.
By Jennifer Cole5 years ago in Wander
Serendipity
Serendipity - Accidental Fortunes My name is Jack Davidson. I am a thirty-two-year-old marine biologist. Right now, I am standing knee deep in washed up vegetation and debris on a beach in Northern Sumatra in Indonesia. Looking inland I see destruction and despair, the results of a massive storm that battered this coast just over three weeks ago. In my hand are two pieces of paper, one is a note with the words, “Thank You,” the other a cheque for $20 000. This is the story leading up to this moment.
By Roland Fernandes5 years ago in Wander
The Scar
‘The trickles of water fell at a rapid pace, as it broke the peacefulness of the crystal teal basin. This basin sat hidden behind the thickness of mossy Amazonian trees in the compact dense forest of South America. It’s home to the multitude of diverse beasts and creatures that live there. This basin sat hidden until a girl exploring this forest stumbled upon it exhausted from a long day of hiking.
By Autumn J.5 years ago in Wander
Forget the Road Less Traveled
“By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong.” — Joni Mitchell In 1969, our high school only had a handful of actual hippies. Just by chance, my locker was near the leader of that small pack, and I spent a lot of time talking to them about music. In May, during the last week of 8th grade, they were all excited as I approached. “Hey, Darryl, we’re all going to load into Gary’s VW bus and drive up to New York this summer. There’s going to be this bitchin’ concert, man, supposed to be a lot of bands. Wanna come?”
By Darryl Brooks5 years ago in Wander