humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Birdcage
Sara sighed as she assessed her own image reflected back to her in the full-length hotel mirror. She looks forward to these bi-annual work conferences; small respites from the everyday that can be viciously ordinary. She wears a sundress that flows to her ankles, black of course, but with white pinstripes. Sessions were over for the day apart from a reception at 6 – Luau themed. The idea of these things makes Sara cringe, but there are free drinks and prizes involved so she grins and bears it.
By Samantha Morton5 years ago in Wander
Wishing
When the ocean called, she answered. She had been waiting for a sign although she didn’t know for what. A siren song and the kisses that briny fog mist gave her marble skin made her feel that if the Universe was going to give her a sign, this must be it. She was bad at listening so she strained her ears and grasped at possible messages like straws.
By Faith Thompson5 years ago in Wander
Nations That Have Not Gained Independence Yet
Being independent is being liberal and living with freedom. Independence is a word that strikes patriotism in every person. It shows us the value of the countries that we have fought for and the rights that we have gained. India is a free country. We gained our independence in 1947. This year brought freedom, liberty, and security into the lives of Indian citizens. We were finally free from the cages of British rule. Many other countries in the world get to celebrate their independence as a self-governing nation. Some nations celebrate two independence days like the Czech Republic that was fortified two times under the same colonial power but with a different name. But some nations do not celebrate their independence yet. They are not free and they have fear and anxiety crawling in their hearts. Some of the non-independent countries are:
By Hiba Shaikh5 years ago in Wander
Ode to an Unforgotten Night in the City
We spent our paychecks on three dollar bottles of wine that tasted like burgundy Crayola. We reeled in her Tinder matches until one promising catch invited us to a concert. We spent three hours, drunk and delightful, trying on each other’s clothes and jewelry. Laughter abounded. We barely remembered to bring our subway cards. At the station, the faces glared at the brackish chuckling faeries as we snorted about sex and men. The thing about New York that everyone should get to try, is the abundance of reactions from faces that you’ll never see again. So we didn’t care. Nor did we care that the concert we were so cordially invited to started over an hour ago. Or that our train came and went on the platform above us as we stood waiting for a train that was never coming. We stumbled back up the stairs to correct our mistake. We took the next train. Still lost in all of our catching up, we rode it several stops past the platform that might have led to a forgettable evening with forgettable strangers.
By Ellie Brooks5 years ago in Wander
Kelly
On this particular day I had chosen well. The view below me was more spectacular than even I imagined possible. The Taseko River snaked across the landscape through the aspen, and spruce trees that lined its banks. A late September day with partially blue skies enticed me on an expedition about twenty-five kilometers from Davidson's Bridge.
By Wolf Spirit5 years ago in Wander
