fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
A Fantasy Pirates Life
Every since I watched the Goonies and Pirates of the Carribean, I have always wanted to be a pirate. I thought it would be fun to sail around on a big beautiful Ship like the Black Pearl or The Majestic "Inferno", but if I am going to do something like that I need to be realistic about it. First of all, there are no restrooms on a pirate ship! nor are there showers, and the captains quarters are not very accomodating for a woman who expects to be treated like a princess! Yes, I said "expects" because I am a spoiled brat! My husband makes sure I have any and everything I need, not want, but need. If I want something and I can prove it's usefulness, then he won't argue with me about it, because I am unfortunately known for buying things that I "need" and as time goes on, they sit collecting dust, until I give them away or sell them. As he says "but you just HAD to have it" so I am not allowed to buy it unless I can prove it's use, which is fair, and saves money.
C. M. SearsPublished 3 years ago in WanderFair Winds
The crisp salty air flows like a magical dance with the ocean. The sight is the perfect marriage to the well-known pirate; Captain Jonathan H. Steele. He stands before the bowsprit of his ship, “The Cutthroat,” looking out to the distance. He feels that cool breeze flow through his thick, black, shoulder-length hair while his tricorne hat nestles snuggly on his head. His suntanned harsh-looking face shows the exposure of the sun while his sea-blue eyes tell many-a-tale of his great adventures. But nothing is bigger to the latest adventure he is about to embark on.
Erika RavnsborgPublished 3 years ago in WanderThis was the trial.
There it was, the ship from my youth. Off in the distance sailing north towards what we thought was the right passage to Arcadia. The home of wits and brawn. They said Arcadia holds greater power than Kings Archipelago. I don’t believe them. You see Arcadia was the known myth around the chain of islands; you not from KA if you never heard the tale of Arcadia. Wait, you never heard the tale? Well, I guess we got some time before I tell y’all what it’s like.
Bryce CousinsPublished 3 years ago in WanderHoneymoon Horror
“You stupid bitch!” I hear the slap across my face even before I feel the horrid sting of his touch. He turned and stormed out of the penthouse as I ran up the stairs to the loft. Curling up in a small, tight ball on the bed I feel the hot tears trying to drown me. I gasp for breath between my cries so hard that my ab muscles begin to cramp. Breathing is even more difficult as I try to stifle the movements.
Vicky DiMichelePublished 3 years ago in WanderDark secrets of deep sea
Over two thirds of the Earth's surface is beneath the sea, yet 95% of it stays neglected to the natural eye. Albeit the frequently heard measurement is that we find out about the outside of Mars than we do about the sea seabed, researchers have had the option to plan the whole sea floor yet the goal is amazingly poor, so we can just imagine highlights bigger than three miles. Continuous exploration like Seabed 2030 expects to bring the sea depths into more prominent center, so we can more readily see and comprehend what's truly down there. For the time being, we can simply wonder about the most shocking remote ocean sights on the planet.
Sakthi muruganPublished 3 years ago in WanderTales On The Fly
The creeping greenery slowly--methodically--closes in on the lonely stone. For years they have held their positions, neither showing their cards or looming intentions. With all the chaos of the surrounding wood providing endless opportunities for advancement in distraction, none have shown the slightest hint of making good on it. They have only held to their own steadfast movements and machinations, giving no hint of their desires to the wide-eyed sychophants that surround them.
COUGAR ATTACKS SMALL BOY
It’s the middle of a hot summer and the year is 1985. I’m 44 years old and I must have been having a midlife crisis or maybe I was just drunk the evening my friend John Stalzer dropped by with a case of beer. Nothing abnormal about that since it was quite typical. However, I have no inkling, not one iota of an idea how he came up with the brilliant idea of hiking the West Coast Trail on Vancouver Island, BC, and he was serious about this endeavour.
Len ShermanPublished 3 years ago in Wander5 Mystical Facts About Scotland
I’ve recently become intrigued with ancient folklore of the Scottish Highlands and how these stories have lasted so long throughout the ages. What piece of truth began these tales that have been told, some for over 1,000 years? How is a story like that even created? How has it survived through changing culture and technology yet, still capture the imagination of its listeners? Let’s find out.
Vicky DiMichelePublished 3 years ago in WanderFacts About Mount Fuji
Did you know that there are over 100 active volcanos In Japan? Did you also know that Mount fuji is the biggest volcano in Japan? With Mount Fuji reaching up to 12,380 feet (3,776) meters. Well, Mount Fuji is not just a volcano. It is Japan's symbol. The mountain is the symbol of Japan because it contributes to Japan’s physical culture, and spiritual geography. Climbing Mount Fuji is an act of pilgrimage for followers of that faith.
Kaitlyn MorganPublished 3 years ago in WanderBangalore - A walk Up a Side Street
In 2005, my work sent me to Bangalore in India, to provide training to our colleagues. While there I wrote a series of stories about my experiences and about an expat living in India. This is one of them.
Alex WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in WanderLittle Island
A giant gush of wind bangs against the Angel’s Apprentice, toppling over a container of \bright red apples. The ship is notorious for being able to drown a million ships a minute, but alas a fight against men could never prepare her for Mother Nature’s wrath. The crew stumbles around the ship, making a futile effort to keep her standing, praying that they would not sink to the deepest depths of the ocean. Maria tries to collect at least some of the fallen supply carts. She trips over various stolen goods in an attempt to salvage some of their food. She knows that if even one of them makes it out alive, they would need nourishment, so she goes to save the apples first. A wave suddenly surges towards the ship stopping her in her tracks as she is thrown overboard.
Wake up, Lavender!
The sun was high, and the seagulls soared through the air without a care in the world. “The sand feels so amazing on my toes”, the woman thought, “like cozy socks, and the breeze from the ocean is so warm. As she indulged in that moment of bliss her lips parted, “mmm, it’s almost erotic. I should sit and take it all in, I wish I had a blanket. No matter.” She finds a spot on the beach and sits, then lays on her back and rests her hands on the point between her sunflower yellow bikini top and bottom. “Oh my goodness, I could stay here forever.”
Shereese NPublished 3 years ago in Wander