fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
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"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 2 years ago in Wander
Another 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 2 years ago in Wander
The 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 2 years ago in Wander
Unexpected 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 2 years ago in Wander
A Wave of Change
It's crazy how her body felt so warm and so cool at the same time. This was her first time on the open sea, and she had never felt this sensation before. Above her, the beaming Caribbean sun heated her skin. From the bow of the small sailboat, the northern wind cooled her, almost to a chill. It reminded her of the hot peach cobbler and ice cream she loved to eat back home.
Damien BentleyPublished 2 years ago in Wander
Esperanza
The transformation from desperation to dejection, and then to a somber acquiescence was, in a way, a relief. Pushing aside the piles of invoices, credit card statements, and scribbled calculations, I turned off the old desk lamp, and for a moment the entire universe seemed to dissolve into darkness. If only I could remain in that peaceful abyss forever....
Andrew CameronPublished 2 years ago in WanderIt's Not Over Yet
When the tiger shark made direct eye contact with me, I stepped back automatically, drawing in a sharp breath. Giant rays, and fish in every colour glided around and over the aquarium’s plexiglass tunnel where I waited. Although I didn’t understand why Caroline said to be here in this spot, on this day, at this time, I was here and completely immersed in the experience. The bright sun filtered through from above, while the blue light and ocean soundtrack gave a sense of actually being on the ocean floor. It was mesmerizing.
Christie HallPublished 2 years ago in Wander
Ghostly Apparitions In Russia
St. Petersburgh has a history of more than 300 years so it is no wonder that through all these years and centuries some ghostly apparitions have been left behind.
Rasma RaistersPublished 2 years ago in Wander
Cart Boy
I don’t know why it was always Florida for me, but it was. Something about it was beckoning. Maybe it was because I grew up in Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes. You know, a lake beach is really not the same as an ocean beach. I can say that with certainty now. I never thought I’d stay here. Of course, I had dreams of New York or Los Angeles, but life happened for me here.
Marissa SteinheimerPublished 2 years ago in WanderThe Lost Treasures of the Stellar Lumen
"You excited for the big trip Marsha?" "Sure am Dad!" "Are all the bags ready to go for tomorrow morning sweetie?" "Just about there dear, only two more to finish packing" replied Frank who is Marshas father. As Marsha jumps off the couch and runs into the kitchen to help put dishes away, she exclaims, "Virginia here we come!" As Frank finishes packing the two remaining suitecases for the trip, he reminds Marsha to head to bed after she is done with the dishes to have a full nights rest for the long drive tomorrow.
Emily BuehnerPublished 2 years ago in WanderThe Golden Room
During mediation in our garden sunroom today I felt a surge of energy rise up my spine. It was as if some internal spark had been ignited; Of course I know what to do. I’ve spent so long in domestic role play I’ve forgotten my free spirit. It’s time for a vacation. During supper I opened up to Harry about my current feelings. I explained to him that if I didn’t break free soon I’d break indefinitely. Before I could finish my thought he nodded; “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to send you away for sometime, I just didn’t want you to take offense since you’ve been so wrapped up in supporting us. Where would you like to go?” I sunk into the wing back dinning chair as my mind siphoned through its premarital adventures. Harry continued with aurora and Dev. Sometimes it amazes me how a man can be so good to his family.
Tatianna La-ChéPublished 2 years ago in WanderThe Golden House
During mediation in our garden sunroom today I felt a surge of energy rise up my spine. It was as if some internal spark had been ignited; Of course I know what to do. I’ve spent so long in domestic role play I’ve forgotten my free spirit. It’s time for a vacation. During supper I opened up to Harry about my current feelings. I explained to him that if I didn’t break free soon I’d break indefinitely. Before I could finish my thought he nodded; “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to send you away for sometime, I just didn’t want you to take offense since you’ve been so wrapped up in supporting us. Where would you like to go?” I sunk into the wing back dinning chair as my mind siphoned through its premarital adventures. Harry continued with aurora and Dev. Sometimes it amazes me how a man can be so good to his family.
Tatianna La-ChéPublished 2 years ago in Wander
