fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
Hard Choices
I let a coin decide my fate this morning. Tossing it in the air willing it to land on the side that would make my life even a little bit brighter. Heads or tails, one of these faces would tell me to either put my two week’s notice in at work or eat shit and continue my miserable life as an office worker. I graduated college 3 years ago and I swear I’ve been living the same day ever since, I wake up each day with less motivation than the last. The work day passes with my eyes burned from too much screen time and my back tight from being stationary for eight hours a day. I work to survive, yet it is work that makes me no longer care to live at all.
Jada MurrayPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe Book Of Fate
I am Mariah Schualy, I am just an ordinary girl or so I was. I am a new yorker. I have always dreamed of being the most famous jewelry designer in the world. I have no car, and a studio apartment is what I call home. I work as a waitress saving every little bit I can to achieve my dream. In order to build my career I need money to start. One day on my shortcut in the alleyway something unusual caught my eye. It was a book with a blank black cover. When I opened it to the first page all it wrote “fate”. It was a book that could lead you to your dreams and desires by letting you know what path to choose for the best outcome for your life. Each event will be a new page telling you your 10 choices at the time that will change your life drastically. The back of each page tells you what will happen if you pick a path. Out of curiosity I flipped to the next page and it wrote 10 options and told me to choose. 1- skip work go home leave book, 2- turn back take long route with book, 3- put book down go to work, 4-keep book go to work, 5-keep book go left, 6-keep book go right, 7-keep book go straight stop and wait, 8-bring book home and research, 9- drop book and run to public place, 10-die. I looked at my options most ended with death or disability. My best option would be to keep the book. Option 2, option 8, and option 7. I have to go to work If I don't, I won't make enough to pay my rent. So I guess I will keep the book and take the long route to work. If I do this I will just make and avoid getting fired. I will also avoid being hit by a speeding car passing through a red light. *CRASH*. So it was right. If I continued like I was going to I would have gotten hit. The book is right and I should listen. Every event huh, so I guess I’ll find out when the next event is.
glamergirl9898 dreaPublished 3 years ago in WanderHawaii's Magic Black Book That Travelled Across The Pacific Oceanic Islands.
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Rosie CythereaPublished 3 years ago in WanderLost & Found
It’s not uncommon for things to come up missing. The average person loses something every other week. Wallets, keys, phone, purse… Nothing is out of the ordinary to be lost, but what if what was lost can never be found. What do you do then? Buy another of that item? I would suppose but not everything carries the same value as that once lost thing. What if it carried sentimental value or was a prized heirloom from your family? Buying another would be out of the question and the only thing you can do is find it!
Phantom-llumasPublished 3 years ago in WanderSedona
Ordinarily, Tobias would have never considered going east of 38th Street. In his 21 years in the city, he had only crossed that boundary a handful of times and even then, only out of necessity and usually for work. He had been in a bit of a slump lately and wanted to do something different, so at the suggestion of a friend, he decided to celebrate his birthday with a visit to Entheos Book Store on 42nd.
Cosmos MarinerPublished 3 years ago in WanderOne Little Piece of Paper
Life is a game of chess. Some win, others lose. As I watch the days go by and listen as the grandfather clock ticks second by second, I am hypnotized and enter a different realm. As I enter this unknown territory, I realize that I am hardly myself. I no longer feel these heavy emotions that weigh me down like I have bricks tied to my ankles and I have been tossed into the deepest lake on the tiny earth we call home. It is bizarre to think that we are so tiny and there is so much more to the universe than us.
Alexis FaddisPublished 3 years ago in WanderQuiet Decisions
Muffled chirping tethers my conscience to a random awakening. Flummoxed on a molded grout lined restroom floor with a little black book I found hidden inside the wall, behind a loose fitted subway tile, I pat dry my saliva from the books pages. Reading it’s secrets with no name attached lead me to tuck the book into my back pocket as if it were mine. “What the hell? How did I end up asleep on the floor?”, I said, questioning my coffee barely sipped on, “Did she drug me”? At the sink hoping to wash away this perplexed sensation, a migraine whirled in without warning. Migraine to disorientation, I struggle to release the words “what is that sound”, as it thickens. It’s the chirping of European Starlings, amplifying just beyond those four walls as if I were in a portable hearing everything around. The sound shakes me to a cringe while I hold my head, spread my fingers through my hair and pull as I form a fetal stance to the trill of the Starlings, pounding in like a doctor in the 1960’s, performing a psychological demonstration with drills to the skull for behavioral corrections. I shout “AHHHHH!”, within the coffee shops claustrophobic restroom and jolt toward my escape by twisting the iron doorknob. Then shot silence with a high pitched ring similar to a audiometer. Nothing but a white balance coated my vision with a congeal breeze congruent to steps on Cornelia Street, New York City. The pigment-less bright slowly strained, in the most unforgettable fashion. Each dye orchestrated beauty as composed in the black book. There was a Norwegian pine scent, soft rainfall, distant lush forrest green, and serrated foothills layered in snow. Before me lied an icy dirt road illuminated in hues by a predominate pink flamingo sky where a trickling river by lavender, and an ominous mist near a lonely house rested at the river bend. In a far-reached field surrounding me on all sides, I take a couple of steps forward. Slightly flabbergasted, I double take back at the restroom and jokingly murmur “I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore”, as if someone were around to tune in. There was an oddly positive significance being there, felicity caved in as I begin to follow the road.
Le'Jon GonzalezPublished 3 years ago in WanderSurprise!
SURPRISE! How did I pay for college, you ask? I can thank my dog and a mysterious game that popped up last year . . .
Dorothy HansenPublished 3 years ago in WanderCaptain Blackthorpe
Captain’s Log, Day 45 at Sea: This storm has been raging for days. A bad omen, a storm sent straight from the anger of the gods. I fear we’ve been blown off course There’s no way to tell. Fifteen metre waves crash against the ship. The swells threaten us from all around like some smothering blanket. I tell the crew to remain steadfast and keep the promise of treasure beyond their wildest dreams in their black pirate hearts.
Millie SchneiderPublished 3 years ago in WanderIf These Dishes Could Talk
A noise comes thundering from afar. Whether it is rattling or ringing, I recognize this sound. A tradition held since 3,000 BCE, the Swiss collect all of the cattle from the high pastures of Grindelwald, and parade their way into the streets of Interlaken. Farmers use these cowbells to keep track of their herd, but I know this means my work day is finished. Seven o’clock right on the dot, the Swiss are never late.
Adam LerschenPublished 3 years ago in WanderLight of the Soul
For the first time in her life, she didn’t know her direction, identifying so much with the mind, a life of which all she had ever known, a world that was just surviving.
Laura RichardsonPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe Gift of Her Power
She remembered sitting in the worn leather chair, the coffee stain on his button up, and the rasp in his voice as he tore down the walls of her reality. “You’ll receive a sizable portion of your inheritance in the amount of $680,000 from your mothers estate and payments in the amount $20,000 every month from your trust until you turn 25. Additionally, upon your mother’s passing she directed me to give you this”. The lawyer turned to the bookcase behind his desk and pushed aside 4 large books to reveal a small hidden safe. He pulled a large,thick envelope from inside and on the front she could see her mother’s handwriting “for Seren.”
Ashlee MarcouxPublished 3 years ago in Wander