literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
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“Double espresso?” called the waiter, looking around the café’s patio area, expectantly. “Oh, yes please. That’s mine” Ella responded timidly, looking up from her book and raising her hand. Slightly doubting herself, she glanced around to make sure the drink was indeed hers and that she hadn’t just claimed someone else’s coffee. She felt reassured as the waiter nodded and moved towards her. Ella’s eyes followed him as he approached, stopping momentarily as she noticed an older lady smiling at her. Ella smiled back, with more confidence than usual. Something about this lady was comforting, almost welcoming. She was well-dressed with kindly eyes, and seemed friendlier than most of the strangers hurrying about the busy, city streets. Ella’s attention was brought back to her drink as the waiter placed it down firmly in front of her, before turning and heading back inside, not waiting to hear Ella’s quiet “thank you”.
By Simon Wiltshire5 years ago in Wander
PERGATORY
PURGATORY New Orleans is a city often described as European in feel. She is a master of masquerade. “The Paris of the South,” or “The Crescent City” (named for the curve in the Mississippi where the French Quarter sits), “The Big Easy,” “The City That Care Forgot” are a few of her personas. You might hear “Hollywood South” because she is beautiful and photogenic, a perfect, ready-made, film set. In many ways, New Orleans is the entire continent of Europe all jammed between the river and the lake, making life a bit crowded.
By Adele Elliott5 years ago in Wander
Where the Wind and the Leaves Play Music
One of Jessica’s favorite feelings is waking up thinking she has to go to work before realizing she actually has the entire day off. A warm, blissful sensation blossoms in her abdomen. She springs out of bed to make coffee. The weeks of rain are over. The sun is finally shining in Philadelphia, and as she turns on her kettle, she notices out the window patches of dormant blue sky, peeking through ash-dusted clouds.
By Scott Maxwell5 years ago in Wander
Impression
The black leather was old and warn, now having the look of scales more than the bright shine it would have had when new. The lines created from the moisture being sucked out of it resembled the land in a desert that hasn’t seen rain in years. Slowly Nick ran his hand back and forth over the black cover as he stared deeply into the layers of age. This notebook had been in his family for generations and with the unexpected passing of his father it was now his. The leather notebook itself was a family heirloom. It was one of the few possessions his great grandfather had brought with him from Italy through Ellis Island in the early 1900’s. He had been able to bring a few select items and this deep black notebook, and the papers within, were seen as valuable enough to make the journey.
By Tony Moceri5 years ago in Wander
The ancestors girl
On a prosperous night in the sky above the scared sea, a mysterious event had taken place. The sky was glowing like never before as if it had been possessed by luminescence. Auroras presented themselves as an everlasting effect of the evenings sun. Just when the sky couldn’t seem to appear any more magnificent, a rainbow appeared and a wave of stardust gracefully fell from an opening in the sky down to the sacred sea. A beautiful exchange had taken place.
By Humanity Rose 🌹✨🦄5 years ago in Wander
Lost Treasure
The sun beat down upon the sand in glorious rays of golden heat, and Cassandra would have enjoyed the spectacular view of the white beach and blue ocean waves if her mouth didn’t feel like sandpaper and her skull wasn’t splitting with an excruciating headache.
By Kimberly T5 years ago in Wander
Right Up Your Alley: The Pilgrimage of Roy Cox
A trickle of sweat drips down Roy Cox’s brow as he takes the last long drag of his rolled cigarette. He butts it, like the thousands he had butted before, then points out to the crowd of screaming fans- the same way John Travolta did when he danced in Greece. Roy stopped to stare into Charlie's eyes. It was the stare that one mate does to another when he knows that this could be the most important moment of his life.
By Edward Martin5 years ago in Wander
The Writer & The Illustrator
Oliver Wendell Winston the Third Oliver Wendell Winston the Third was bored. He lived in a time when children were preferred to be seen and not heard, and it was better when they were not seen as well. His father had clients in the study, which left Oliver alone in the library. There, the dark-haired, freckled-faced boy sat quietly in his chair, surrounded by books.
By Jessica Clarke5 years ago in Wander
The Coffee Shop
I can't help but wonder if my mom was right. I've never been this far from home, but here I am on a sticky bus with everything that is important to me in my untouched suitcase. My essence in North Carolina fades with each state line I pass, but the ropes of that small town loosen against my skin. I'm going to New York. I'm going to be a writer. I'm going to be a NY Best Selling author. Hours go by and a small overhead light at the front of the bus has kept me comfortable. I smiled to myself as I drifted asleep.
By Victoria Nguyen5 years ago in Wander
