literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
Impression
The black leather was old and warn, now having the look of scales more than the bright shine it would have had when new. The lines created from the moisture being sucked out of it resembled the land in a desert that hasn’t seen rain in years. Slowly Nick ran his hand back and forth over the black cover as he stared deeply into the layers of age. This notebook had been in his family for generations and with the unexpected passing of his father it was now his. The leather notebook itself was a family heirloom. It was one of the few possessions his great grandfather had brought with him from Italy through Ellis Island in the early 1900’s. He had been able to bring a few select items and this deep black notebook, and the papers within, were seen as valuable enough to make the journey.
By Tony Moceri5 years ago in Wander
The ancestors girl
On a prosperous night in the sky above the scared sea, a mysterious event had taken place. The sky was glowing like never before as if it had been possessed by luminescence. Auroras presented themselves as an everlasting effect of the evenings sun. Just when the sky couldn’t seem to appear any more magnificent, a rainbow appeared and a wave of stardust gracefully fell from an opening in the sky down to the sacred sea. A beautiful exchange had taken place.
By Humanity Rose 🌹✨🦄5 years ago in Wander
Lost Treasure
The sun beat down upon the sand in glorious rays of golden heat, and Cassandra would have enjoyed the spectacular view of the white beach and blue ocean waves if her mouth didn’t feel like sandpaper and her skull wasn’t splitting with an excruciating headache.
By Kimberly T5 years ago in Wander
Right Up Your Alley: The Pilgrimage of Roy Cox
A trickle of sweat drips down Roy Cox’s brow as he takes the last long drag of his rolled cigarette. He butts it, like the thousands he had butted before, then points out to the crowd of screaming fans- the same way John Travolta did when he danced in Greece. Roy stopped to stare into Charlie's eyes. It was the stare that one mate does to another when he knows that this could be the most important moment of his life.
By Edward Martin5 years ago in Wander
The Writer & The Illustrator
Oliver Wendell Winston the Third Oliver Wendell Winston the Third was bored. He lived in a time when children were preferred to be seen and not heard, and it was better when they were not seen as well. His father had clients in the study, which left Oliver alone in the library. There, the dark-haired, freckled-faced boy sat quietly in his chair, surrounded by books.
By Jessica Clarke5 years ago in Wander
The Coffee Shop
I can't help but wonder if my mom was right. I've never been this far from home, but here I am on a sticky bus with everything that is important to me in my untouched suitcase. My essence in North Carolina fades with each state line I pass, but the ropes of that small town loosen against my skin. I'm going to New York. I'm going to be a writer. I'm going to be a NY Best Selling author. Hours go by and a small overhead light at the front of the bus has kept me comfortable. I smiled to myself as I drifted asleep.
By Victoria Nguyen5 years ago in Wander
Delving Deep
Sticky sloppy sludge squelched between my toes as I trudged through the narrow passage. Grazing my fingertips along the dampened brick wall to keep my balance as I tried to focus on the light ahead. I clutched my skirt up to avoid the droplets of backsplash as my mind wandered; I began questioning myself:
By Rose Jones5 years ago in Wander
Mega and the Black Book
There once was a man from Nantucket- What? Don’t believe me? Okay, he’s from Mississippi but he’s in Nantucket now. He was a traveler of sorts; some may say a rolling stone. He moved like the wind with nothing but his Sax and his satchel. If you heard the story of how he ended up in Nantucket you wouldn’t believe it, you’d think he was made up. You’d say, “that stuff only happens in books or movies.” I can assure you that this is the absolute true story of Mega Magnolia.
By Cedes SaidWhat5 years ago in Wander
The Little Black Book
The smooth, round stones sunk slightly as the water washed over the shore. Anna watched mesmerized as the waves plucked pebbles from the embankment and set them upon their unwilling journey. Would they find themselves upon the shores of a distant land or would they be destined to toss endlessly in the turbulent ocean without ever reaching a destination? Anna stood up, waited patiently for the next tide to swallow her calves, and then gently placed the airtight box of photographs along with the Little Black Book into the waiting arms of the Mediterranean. She secretly hoped that the ocean would carry her painful memories far, far away --- and the sea obliged.
By Charlene Flick5 years ago in Wander
