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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.
The Bruce Chatwin Little Black Notebook
Everyone has an inspirational hero. And if you were, like Andrew McGonagall, a travel and adventure addict who dreams of visiting every corner of this planet, and maybe even other planets (who knows, right?), then your hero is probably someone like Bill Bryson, Freya Stark, Paul Theroux, or Jan Morris. Andrew’s hero was Bruce Chatwin, an undeniably brilliant travel writer with whom he shared a love of finely made notebooks.
Ahmed SheriefPublished 3 years ago in WanderPetit Livre Noir
Modern Day Rome (Local News Reporting), "The winning numbers are 7,14,23,19, and 4". Reporter Says. "Oh My God, Oh My God, that's me, that's me!" "I just won 20,000 Euros; oh we up, I'm about to be on!" Jay passionately says. Clears Thorat. "You want to be rich forever?" Asks the Old Man." Jay looks. "I just won the lotto, as far as I'm concerned, we're already rich forever!" Jay Says. "Have you ever heard of The Book of Unity?" The old man Asks. "The Book of Unity, sounds like fiction to me." Jay says. "Old Man Grunts. "Fiction, oh it's the thing that brings fantasy to a standstill!" " It ultimately holds power that shift's the tide between those of power and wealth and those without; I mean, it can..." "Alright, alright, don't have a stroke, old man; what's your name anyway?" Jay interrupts and says. "Roberto." "Ok, Roberto, I just hit the lotto I'll buy the book; where is it?" Jay Asks. "It's in Vatican City!" Roberto Says. " "How much is it?" Jay asks. "The Worth is priceless; it can't be measured by money." Roberto says. Jay Smirks. "Let's say I'm a collector, and you had to sell it; how much would it be?" Jay Asks. "Like...I...Said it's" Jay Interrupts. "Ahhh Ahh Ah, I need a Price!" Old Man Exhales. "Anywhere between Thirty And Forty!" Roberto Says. Jay Chokes. "30 to 40 what?" Jay Asks. "Million!" Roberto says. "Count me in, I'll see you bright and early; we can meet here in the morning!" Jay Says.
Ricky R Monroe IIPublished 3 years ago in WanderInk bound
"I'm late", she muttered. The sky was already lightening up, and the first sun rays began hitting the dusty windows of her flat. She looked outside towards the railway station and its big antique clock, reminding her it was past 6 am and she was, indeed, very late.
Essie DunnPublished 3 years ago in WanderAnother Adventure
She laid in bed after another tiring day, so similar to the previous four, yet full of its own unique trials. As she reflected on the past year, she bemoaned the contrast of her present realities to how she had envisioned what this year would hold. She pulled out a little black notebook from her nightstand. It was supposed to be a travel notebook. There were even tabs for budgeting and packing. Instead, it had become a collection of shattered hopes and dreams, and sketches of things she especially wanted to see but never would. Years ago, she had written on the front cover with silver marker, “I think I’m quite ready for another adventure.” Now she held it in her hands like an old love letter. “Another adventure,” she scoffed at herself. When was the last time she had had any adventures? Just once she wanted to get out and see the world. Just once she wanted to throw caution to the wind and not have to be sensible. There was a war within her. “You only get one life, live it.” “You need a safety net; you have a house and kids and responsibilities.” She could almost see the tiny figures hashing it out on her shoulders. But which voice had the tiny halo and which the horns and pitchfork? She couldn’t decide. “Oh well,” she thought, it wasn’t like what little she had in savings could pay for much of an adventure anyway.
Amanda StevensonPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe Books in our Nightstand
Truthfully, I only existed in two places for the majority of my young life. The first was a company-owned 2006 Chevrolet Impala. It was an awful tan color, and had more miles on it than my manager’s net worth. I had put on seven or eight thousand of them in my short time as a sales representative. We were a company no one had heard of, selling blue-light glasses which I’m quite sure didn’t work.
Jay CooperPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe Trip
Even though the tropical water is warm, the waves being churned up from the ocean bottom feel cold as they thrash against us. My hands hurt from clutching the sides of the little long-tail boat and I’m clenching my teeth to avoid biting my tongue as we skate up giant waves and then get slammed down as we crest them. The boat driver is a sinewy tattooed statue, he stands rooted, motionless among all the chaos, steering the udder, all his concentration focussed on getting us to the island without getting sunk.
LittleWingPublished 3 years ago in WanderFollowing 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.
lochleen macgregorPublished 3 years ago in WanderWanderers
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.
Carson HamPublished 3 years ago in WanderWhat a day at Yosemite National Park!
Yosemite National Park is a huge wonderful valley with many things to do for fun if you are an adventurer like me. You can hike different trails, camp, enjoy the scenery and even dine, among other things. Unfortunately for me, I only had a few hours to get to know the park so I only got to hike up to where the park is best known for, its waterfalls!
Chelsea MartínezPublished 3 years ago in WanderUnexpected Changes
James sat at the kitchen counter, looking over his bank statement and credit card debt. £8,137.94 in the red. How had it gotten so out of hand? He knew she took his card shopping, “you don’t mind do you?” she’d smile sweetly. Mind? She’d just given him the best morning of his life, who was he to mind?
Catherine MoolenschotPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe 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.