literature

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

Delving Deep
Sticky sloppy sludge squelched between my toes as I trudged through the narrow passage. Grazing my fingertips along the dampened brick wall to keep my balance as I tried to focus on the light ahead. I clutched my skirt up to avoid the droplets of backsplash as my mind wandered; I began questioning myself:
By Rose Jones5 years ago in Wander
Mega and the Black Book
There once was a man from Nantucket- What? Don’t believe me? Okay, he’s from Mississippi but he’s in Nantucket now. He was a traveler of sorts; some may say a rolling stone. He moved like the wind with nothing but his Sax and his satchel. If you heard the story of how he ended up in Nantucket you wouldn’t believe it, you’d think he was made up. You’d say, “that stuff only happens in books or movies.” I can assure you that this is the absolute true story of Mega Magnolia.
By Cedes SaidWhat5 years ago in Wander
The Little Black Book
The smooth, round stones sunk slightly as the water washed over the shore. Anna watched mesmerized as the waves plucked pebbles from the embankment and set them upon their unwilling journey. Would they find themselves upon the shores of a distant land or would they be destined to toss endlessly in the turbulent ocean without ever reaching a destination? Anna stood up, waited patiently for the next tide to swallow her calves, and then gently placed the airtight box of photographs along with the Little Black Book into the waiting arms of the Mediterranean. She secretly hoped that the ocean would carry her painful memories far, far away --- and the sea obliged.
By Charlene Flick5 years ago in Wander
A Strange Discovery
I have often enjoyed my solitary walks through nature.  Mornings such as today were such that could only be described with the word ‘fine’. Not ‘beautiful’, not ‘perfect’, such words seemed overly magical and perhaps unreal for my liking. The sun was shining brightly, with little wisps of white among blue skies. That, too, was ideal. I had always found entirely blue skies oppressive in their intensity. The temperature was the perfect balance of warmth, just slightly too warm but with a light breeze to balance out the surplus. The shadows of the trees provided momentary comfort, with the small distance between them arousing a faint longing for their shelter which was momentarily satisfied upon reaching the next.
By Dmitri Yendrzheyevskiy5 years ago in Wander
ORPHIC
Alexandria, Egypt 18/02/2021 Layla’s torch illuminated the dark spiraling tunnels ahead of her, the light glistening against the layers of dust that, until this point, had been undisturbed for millennia. She examined the small black notebook in her hands with a puzzled look in a last hopeful attempt to get her bearings straight. Michaela, who had hastily copied the tunnel’s blueprint from the formal archives on the notebook's pages, seemed to have missed the turn Layla currently found herself at.
By Melo Meli5 years ago in Wander
Near Life Experiences
“Do you wanna hear about my near death experiences?” If I was a bit braver, I would ask if you care to hear about my life. But I can’t squeeze that out of my mouth right now. Katie, you can’t see the man I was then. You're just a little girl.
By Ken Fendley5 years ago in Wander
Black Book
“Hey Kiddo.” “Yeah,” replies Mason, sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling with a green crayon on a dinosaur printout.
By Shalasha Deese5 years ago in Wander
The Book Yet to be Written
"Well, that doesn't seem like a coincidence," James Marie Scott said to herself as flames overtook the small dilapidated cottage standing before her. The heat from the blaze warmed her cheeks as she ran a hand over the shaved side of her head, flipping her shoulder-length wavy locks to the other side of her face.
By Melissa McGill 5 years ago in Wander
Borne on the Bayou
Borne on the Bayou By: Michael Cole In all, Marcus had to admit to himself that things could be worse. In fact, he’d seen worse, experienced worse and certainly lived through worse. Growing up in the murky, hazard filled bayous of Plaquemines Parrish in Louisiana’s most southern reaches into the Gulf of Mexico, Marcus had lived through hurricanes, flooding, battles with prehistoric swamp dwelling creatures and a host of hazards too numerous to mention. But Marcus was not at all put off by his upbringing. No, he appreciated all that he and his French-Creole small family of five had endured and triumphed over.
By Michael Cole5 years ago in Wander
The Black Book
The setee was colonial, easily late 18th century and was a delightful addition to my office. I arranged with the antique dealer to have it delivered to my building that week. I’m not normally in Maine but every now and again it’s pleasant to look out over the surf and think of all of the old ships, giant sailing vessels that graced those waters. Anyway I was in a mood so stopped by one of those antique dealers in the area and fell in love with it. Simply beautiful I tell you.
By Anpu5 years ago in Wander
The Great Reopening
The north-facing windows in her south bank apartment face London City Airport. This was both a blessing and a curse, affording her magnificent river views and an exquisite sunset over Canary Wharf (so long as she craned her neck a little to the left), as well as the regular windy roars of arriving and departing planes. She is sitting upright in the wide sill, drinking in the view, as well as an unreasonably large gin. Her phone pings. The Monzo “ka-ching!”. She looks down.
By Mike Dalley5 years ago in Wander
The lucky card
It was a Saturday afternoon. Birds were chirping and bees were humming. Mia and Tibi (don’t bother why his parents named him that way) were playing a game of Super Intergalactic Stellar Racing with their bikes. Mia pretended to be the ace pilot of the Nima Squad, Dan McCloud. As for Tibi, he was Ark’kor, tyrant of the Gemma system. Watching hours of Star Wars must have had an influence on them
By Alexandre Chauvette5 years ago in Wander