fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
If 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.
By Adam Lerschen6 years ago in Wander
The 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.”
By Ashlee Marcoux6 years ago in Wander
Full Circle
Jane stepped through the door into the 16th century pub. Her red hair was frizzy from the drizzling rain. She paused to take in the ambience. There was a musty smell, entangled with ale that must be soaked into the very floor boards from the thousands of dropped mugs over the centuries.
By Tina Moore6 years ago in Wander
My Mrs. Williams
Sitting quietly in Brooklyn Heights public library Erica leans on her elbow, smashing her fist against a sore cheek longingly looking through foreign books like The Tale of Genji, Pedro Paramo, and The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas. She sighs glancing at the history book that has been glaring at her screaming “OPEN ME, READ ME, STUDY ME.”
By Adrien Celeste6 years ago in Wander
One For The Road
Chicago “My name is David. David Montrose.” He tried to say confidently. Maybe just go with David. He sighed. Then left the bathroom, grabbed his only bag, and drove to O’Hare. The car wasn’t his, but the FBI would take care of it. He parked at the airport, and made his way over to the Hilton across the street. He sat in the lobby, incredibly nervous. He was told to sit on the east corner sofas, as far away from the windows and open doors as possible.
By Katelyn O’Leary 6 years ago in Wander
The Word
Waking up on the floor of my newly renovated apartment. I notice my head is bleeding right above my eye. A little black notebook is laying on the blood-stained floor. The small, lined notebook is filled with blank pages. A chunk of pages have been ripped out from the back. Upon closer inspection the word FOR is lightly written but not fully legible. As I orient myself to my surroundings, I hear a swarm of people running around the apartment. I quickly run to the front door, checking the door is securely locked. The apartment is completely ransacked. Nothing looks familiar.
By Brittany Sauls6 years ago in Wander
Henry's Chest
His hands were tired and shaking, skin cracked and full of dirt. He slowly turned the door knob and the door creaked open. All that was sitting in the cold dark room was a book - a little black book resting perfectly in the centre of the room, it's old creased leather skin covered in dust like a layer of fresh snow. One single ray of sunlight coming in from the window - illuminating the old book like a spotlight on stage. He carefully picked the book up. With a racing heart, he blew off the dust and turned the first page...
By Nathaniel Hancock6 years ago in Wander
The Dying Tooth Fairy
Samuel stared at the iridescent light above his bed as he twiddled his loose tooth with the tip of his tongue. He was seven years old and had yet to lose his first tooth. He was a child with a wild imagination who believed in the impossible. Jackson, his older brother, was vile according to Samuel. A literal “fun crusher”. Jackson kept telling Samuel that the tooth fairy does not exist. Samuel, being a child of pure faith and belief in the unknown, laughed in his brother's face. Unable to wait for his tooth to fall on its own, he yanked his wobbly tooth out of the socket with his bare hands. As the blood gushed out of his mouth, his brother came and clocked him in the head for dirtying the carpet as he knew he would be responsible for the mess. Samuel, carelessly, stumbled to the bathroom and washed the blood off his hands and face. He ran his small tooth under the cold water: watching the blood-stained tooth regain its pearly white hue. Bubbling with excitement, he ran to the backyard and laid on the green grass, staring at the sky above and imagining the tooth fairyland amongst the clouds.
By Alina Bootwala6 years ago in Wander
