literature

Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.

The Venetian Last
‘Okay mom I have to go’ Jenni mumbled whilst laying her head down on the soft pillow beneath her. ‘It's already 11pm here and I’m tired from the flight’.
By Mayudi Patel5 years ago in Wander
How To Be Rich
Small brass discs. Five of them to be precise. This is how much Sam’s existence was currently valued at. Rarely more, often less.
By Emily Pearson5 years ago in Wander
Palmero
Spencer and Elsie Charals had started their trip around the world six months ago, when they had quit their jobs, sold their home and bought a 30-foot sailing yacht. The fast pace of working upwards of 70 hours a week had got to both of them. They knew that it was a risky move, but they were confident that they’d never regret taking the time while they were young enough to do it. There fully stocked yacht had enough supplies to last 3 months at a time. As they were heading to Greece, they had hit bad weather in the Mediterranean Sea and had to divert to the closest port of entry in Palermo, Sicily, known for its history with corrupt mafia.
By Lesley Raymond5 years ago in Wander
Food:
To the gods, riches weren’t worth much but for mortals like Muse, it was a necessity to earn money and amass riches to live a plentiful life on the little planet known as Earth. Boredom flickered through the young adult’s eyes as she dazedly watched the morning news, alerting mortals of the upcoming weather warnings, recent events occurring all over the world and the occasional gossip about the private lives of famous figures.
By Hopii5 years ago in Wander
Diary of A Lost Mother
‘My Darling Ambrose, Is that still your name? I hope so. To me, you will always be Ambrose…even if you aren’t mine anymore. Please understand, we’ve never truly been apart. I have kept a piece of my heart just for you, where I will treasure you always. I’d say it wasn’t easy, but truthfully it was – at least in some ways. I loved you, oh how I loved you; but that’s exactly what made it easier. I wanted you to have the world, and this was the only way to give it to you. Now, if it’s alright, I’d like to share mine with you. I’m not as young as I used to be – at least not on the outside. My friends say I’ll never slow down; I’ll just fade with the setting sun. I hope so – life is too short for ‘slow’. But I don’t want to fade. I want to leave my mark and I want you to know me. Maybe that’s selfish? I’m ok with it.’
By Lucy Thatcher5 years ago in Wander
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.
By Sam Woolf5 years ago in Wander
Following 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.
By lochleen macgregor5 years ago in Wander
Wanderers
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.
By Carson Ham5 years ago in Wander
The 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.
By AM5 years ago in Wander
Aunt Mildred's Diary
The clock struck 3:00 as Michelle sat down at Dumbarton Central. “What am I doing here,” she thought as a train horn blew and steam billowed in the distance of the bustling central Scotland station. Just after her 25th birthday, much to the dismay of her mother, she flew off to the UK on what her family thought was a worthless endeavor. The tall, slightly gangly, but beautiful strawberry blonde justified, “Well here is better than there,” after months of spinning her wheels and getting nowhere. Bored was an understatement; the fresh college graduate was finding her small hometown of Middletown exceedingly slow after the whirlwind urban adventure that was her 5 years at NYU.
By Kristi Hall5 years ago in Wander
Green Mountain Miracle
It was a gorgeous summer day. The hot sun beat down on everything so hard, everything from the green leaves of trees to the dry, dusty earth seemed to shimmer and glow. My sunglasses were missing and because I'm very sensitive to light I was constantly squinting. I was at my old man's place, a quaint log home he'd built himself in the '80s on a small piece of land in Waterbury, Vermont. With my father's recent passing it was now my property in every sense of the word, although in my eyes it still belonged to him. But I knew I'd have to sell it soon. The taxes were too much for me to handle, and my writing career had nearly come to a halt since his passing last year. I knew if I didn't sell a story soon, I'd never be able to afford the twenty thousand dollar bill that was waiting for me in the not-so-distant future. But I still had hope, a part of me believed that the universe wasn't cruel enough to strip away the one thing that still made me feel close to the memory of my dad. I'd find a way.
By T.F. Hall5 years ago in Wander
1111 Wishes Way
The smell of dust and old pages lingered around each corner of the labyrinthine store. Jessica ran her finger gently across the spines that lined the shelves, following their in and out pattern as her senses began to anchor and the tightness in her chest released its grip.
By Karli Golightly5 years ago in Wander