Most recently published stories in Wander.
The Life and Times of Nigel Prescott Caldwell
Normally, I can pass it off as a magic trick. That’s the only reason I’m still alive, really. Because people are gullible.
An Unexpected Day
The sun wasn't all the way up as she slowly paddled out to sea. Lying on her belly, she made long strokes from her board. She loved this time of day; the tween time. The sun was slowly coming up and the day was dawning. The energy was alive and electric but most of the world was still asleep, safe and sound in their homes and their lives. The ocean creatures were swirling about below her, just out of sight. She could sense them, but hadn't fully tuned into them yet. She was waiting for her mind to quiet. Who was she kidding though, her mind never stopped going. She'd been divorced now for many years and had grown accustomed to and loved her new found freedom and independence. She was a full time single mom and worked three jobs to support herself and her son. She didn't shy away from life or responsibilities, rather, she raced to meet them headlong. She and her son were inseparable; old souls that had embraced the ancient blood that coursed through their veins. They lived on the edges of the tween times. She rarely had time to herself but her son knew better than she when she needed it. “Go to the sea mom, she's calling you”
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Henry was surrounded by the busy humming of the airport when he was informed that his flight to Zurich had taken off without him.
It's Spring! Spring is coming to London at a brisk pace. Flowers are popping up everywhere, mostly daffodils and little purple blossoms. The quacking and crawling critters are out in full force all over campus, and particularly by Froebel Lake.
The Last Songline
Passengers filled the train station. "He has the map," a woman shouted, pointing to Andre from across the platform. "Young man," another cried, "give us that book." Andre froze in disbelief. "Why would they want this?" He whispered to Sophia. "It is only a little black notebook."
Valley of Whales (Wadi Al Hitan)
Did you know that whales were originally land animals like hippos and only then gradually turned into inhabitants of the seas? If you still don't believe in evolution, it is worth going to the Egyptian desert.
A Boy, a Dog and a Forest
What is it about a boy, a dog and a forest? When you put them all together, it makes the world go away. I must have been at least 10. It couldn’t have been earlier than that, because we were gone together all day – that black and white mutt of a dog and I. We tramped through those woods from morning to night – well, to dinnertime anyway. It never really occurred to us – to me – that I hadn’t told anyone where we were going. That was mostly because when we left I didn’t know either. We just went.
Meet the Digital Warriors of Congo
Let me paint you a scenario. Imagine this: Your life begins in a remote tribal region, tucked away in one of the poorest countries in the world.
How To's - How to travel around Kuala Lumpur
Doing some research to plan your trip to Kuala Lumpur? Don't forget to explore all the different modes of transportation that are available to you in Malaysia's bustling capital city. A veritable urban metropolis, Kuala Lumpur offers better options for commuters than most other Malaysian cities. So, whether you prefer to get around solo or take more public forms of commute, you'll be able to take your pick.
Bo was still laughing. Months of constant giggling, guffawing, light huffing and face bending smiles had chiseled a jawline and sculpted Bo's abdominals. All with minimal pain felt and small effort expended. A joyful life since it had been found!
Sometimes the World Needs a Little Magic!
I do not remember life before the little black book. My first memory is fluttering pages slowly flying over me in my crib. A page removed itself from the binding and began to fold. Fold after fold the page gracefully twisted and spun in the air. Drifting down into my hands it had taken the form of a swan with a long neck and carefully tilted head as if it were sent to watch over me.