literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
Tethered.
"Shall we drop anchor, Cap'n?" I was startled from my daydream by Cyrell, my first mate. A shame really, because that vision of you and I, dancing by firelight on the sand had started to feel real. I could almost smell the mixture of sea salt and rum as I held you close. The smoky flavour left on my lips after another slow kiss. I hummed my favourite sea shanty softly as we swayed, your head nestled on my chest, fingers intertwined.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Wander
Cordelia
Binter never understood inlanders, who would want to hoof it hither and tither over hill and dale when one could float? Float, like a leaf on the wind. Float, as if through time and space. Float, as she was now, the luke-warm waves caressing her voluptuous form.
By Crissy Ferguson 5 years ago in Wander
Downstream
Downstream She met him online. It’s 2008, isn’t that the way people meet these days? She had met a number of men. Several were creepy jerks, two were married. Some were boring or narrow minded. Several others were nice guys who remained friends after the mutual decision was made that they should not be a couple. Roger was not all that interesting and she was pretty sure he didn’t really want to meet her in person. They had been messaging for almost two weeks and she expected it to fizzle soon. That old “He’s just not into you,” vibe seemed too apparent. Out of the blue, he invited her to go on a kayaking adventure. He gave the details in the invitation. There was an outfitter that arranged kayaking trips on the Cumberland river. He and his best friend, a woman, were going on Saturday, scheduled to leave the outfitter’s at 1pm.
By Claudia Lynn Banahan5 years ago in Wander
Observatory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I guarantee the screams are endless. She was always fond of the stars. I could tell by the way she would glance up at the night sky every time she would slip out of the car, or merely step out on the bar’s balcony for a cigarette. She’d stand there in silence, ignoring the chatter of the music, dark eyes gleaming with amusement; pondering the universe, the galaxies. Meandering in her own Lilliputian world of what ifs; and so, she would come back to reality with a visage of sadness, a diminutive frown of regret, as if she wished to be somewhere else, somewhere beyond the stars. She didn’t belong here.. and neither did I.
By Kendra J. Anthony5 years ago in Wander
The Fault In The Meadow
At the foot of the Mountains lies the meadow. Like an inverted peninsula it would flow, a parade of flowers set aflame by the passing winds. An eye cast in marvel to study the diverse populace would hang on the mercy of the returning airs.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Wander
Devon: some literary connections
Devon is a large and varied county in southwest England that has long been a highly sought-after location, not only for holidaymakers but also for writers. A number of famous poets and novelists have either been natives of the county or have lived there at some time in their lives and found inspiration for their work. These include:
By John Welford5 years ago in Wander
Awaited Magic Part 1(Reimagined):
Ch. 1 Moving In We moved to an old manor out in the middle of nowhere. Mom and Dad were the type of people who buy fixer upper houses, flipped them, and sold them back to the world. Was I excited about moving away from my friends and starting a new life in a house that could be haunted? Well, while it might be cool to live in a one-horse town where everyone knows each other, the abandoned manor at the top of a mountain wasn’t as appealing. We drove through the town on the way to the road where the asphalt met the gravel as the path took us higher into the mountains. As we drew closer to the house, the road became covered in fog which made the driving for dad more difficult.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Wander
The Crazy Lady in the Polka Dot Tie
The Drink Shop hid on the corner of two remote streets of Old Town Alexandria, its worn, painted brick often going by unnoticed. Its wooden door displayed a little sign reading ‘OPEN’, barely hiding the peeling lavender paint underneath. A message was painted on the window outside, artfully curled on the tail of each letter: There’s a story in every bottle.
By Tyler Means5 years ago in Wander
I know the location of the Greek Fountain of Youth
"How fast can you change?" Fresh out of the Dead Sea, dripping sea water on the steps of the Waldorf Astoria, I received the invitation of a lifetime. I was lucky enough to be in Athens on a college trip when my super cool Art History Prof asked me to join her on a jaunt to the oldest Byzantine Monastery in the world. After a few days being rather disappointed by modern Athens, Kenny Roger's Roasters and the ilk not really being my romantic idea of Greece, I was hungry for some dyed in the wool museum quality experience.
By Gretchen Walker5 years ago in Wander
Bookcrossing - An excellent way to share books and to connect with people
I believe a book should not be condemned to stay on a bookshelf, imprisoned by a single owner. Books should be free to travel to other hands, eager to explore them and learn from their authors' ideas endlessly.
By Jair Ribeiro5 years ago in Wander
