literature

Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.

Inheritance in Twenty-Five Parts
I. My mother died alone in the hospital early on a Monday morning. I wasn’t allowed to visit. Even in my protective equipment-- my noisy plastic shield, my chafe-y white duck-bill of a mask-- the hospital turned me away.
By Jay Jarrett-Morales5 years ago in Wander
Flying Free is the Little Black Book and Me
The little black book landed in my lap at a time I needed it most. Anxious as I was in my "real life", when I was writing in that little black book, everything dissipated. It was in fact like it was magic.
By Kim Robinson5 years ago in Wander
Sandy Mary
The ball of fire stretches its many hairy arms behind the canyons ahead of the camp. Young lady Sandy is stretching her ghostly legs, the muscles of her face, yawning, dusting off the sand from her dark hair before she can tuck it back into her hat for the day. Old lady Mary is still asleep, lightly asleep like a good mare, using her stay apparatus to rest one of her back legs while the others endure. Sandy checks her boots for any possible creatures inside and, confirming it is safe, puts both feet in. She takes a noisy gulp from the Alabama stoneware ring-bottle, stolen from her family – as was the mare. Mary jumps at the sound, and so the ladies set out for breakfast.
By Ega Gabriella Valle Fabbriani5 years ago in Wander
The Venetian Last
‘Okay mom I have to go’ Jenni mumbled whilst laying her head down on the soft pillow beneath her. ‘It's already 11pm here and I’m tired from the flight’.
By Mayudi Patel5 years ago in Wander
How To Be Rich
Small brass discs. Five of them to be precise. This is how much Sam’s existence was currently valued at. Rarely more, often less.
By Emily Pearson5 years ago in Wander
Palmero
Spencer and Elsie Charals had started their trip around the world six months ago, when they had quit their jobs, sold their home and bought a 30-foot sailing yacht. The fast pace of working upwards of 70 hours a week had got to both of them. They knew that it was a risky move, but they were confident that they’d never regret taking the time while they were young enough to do it. There fully stocked yacht had enough supplies to last 3 months at a time. As they were heading to Greece, they had hit bad weather in the Mediterranean Sea and had to divert to the closest port of entry in Palermo, Sicily, known for its history with corrupt mafia.
By Lesley Raymond5 years ago in Wander
Food:
To the gods, riches weren’t worth much but for mortals like Muse, it was a necessity to earn money and amass riches to live a plentiful life on the little planet known as Earth. Boredom flickered through the young adult’s eyes as she dazedly watched the morning news, alerting mortals of the upcoming weather warnings, recent events occurring all over the world and the occasional gossip about the private lives of famous figures.
By Hopii5 years ago in Wander
Diary of A Lost Mother
‘My Darling Ambrose, Is that still your name? I hope so. To me, you will always be Ambrose…even if you aren’t mine anymore. Please understand, we’ve never truly been apart. I have kept a piece of my heart just for you, where I will treasure you always. I’d say it wasn’t easy, but truthfully it was – at least in some ways. I loved you, oh how I loved you; but that’s exactly what made it easier. I wanted you to have the world, and this was the only way to give it to you. Now, if it’s alright, I’d like to share mine with you. I’m not as young as I used to be – at least not on the outside. My friends say I’ll never slow down; I’ll just fade with the setting sun. I hope so – life is too short for ‘slow’. But I don’t want to fade. I want to leave my mark and I want you to know me. Maybe that’s selfish? I’m ok with it.’
By Lucy Thatcher5 years ago in Wander
Five Little Words
Inspired by a true Moleskine ... The little black book arrives unannounced in a small seaside town, its pages empty — save for one.
By Sam Woolf5 years ago in Wander
Following a Dream
I woke slowly, embracing the feeling of warm contentment that I can only really capture on the weekends when I’m not slamming my fist down on my alarm, desperate for five more minutes of blissful sleep. Then my alarm went off. Slamming my fist down on it, I padded to the bathroom to start my day.
By lochleen macgregor5 years ago in Wander
Wanderers
A recurring dream I’ve been having, and the $20,000 I had come into, haunted me for the past 10 nights. Prying open my eyes to a pair of brown, almond shaped ones looking down on me.
By Carson Ham5 years ago in Wander
The Fisherman
I stood on deck above the wheelhouse, chilled, with the fresh sea air whipping against my face. I watched as the sun shone its last orange glow on the horizon and my view of land faded away in the distance. I was not on duty until the next day, when we would be far out enough to set the net and begin our tow. Tonight I could relax and ready myself for the week to come at sea.
By AM5 years ago in Wander