literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
Noodling
At a table. All dark wood, sanded smooth, finish shiny. I would sit. Whiling away a morning. Or afternoon. Or both. In the days before you arrived. Why not? The beer was cold. And plentiful. The noodles were some of the best in the city. The staff accommodating. Quick to learn your preferences. That kind of place.
By Greg Anderson7 years ago in Wander
Short Stories - The Old Oak Tree & Conclusion
About 50 years ago, an iconic landmark was destroyed, The Pearl Bay Oak Tree in South Carolina. This tree was predicted to be somewhere between 600 and 700 years old. Oaks were not found in that part of the state. The story went that an Indian planted this tree with some seeds he brought from the north.
By Andrew Hoover7 years ago in Wander
The Secrets of Five Sister Beaches. Top Story - July 2019.
The daylight is waxing again here—we've crossed over the Solstice and winter has officially begun, but spring feels already on the way, with warm, sunny days and that fresh, lush, greenery smell in the air.
By Luna Jennifer Cross7 years ago in Wander
Tracing Footprints
Here. Step here, now. You can see it, if you stand here. If you stand in my place. First look at your shoes. At the gold blush, stretching from your feet and out across the paving. Follow it. Step by step. Your shadow steps behind; fragile in the low sun winter light. Each of your solid steps traces a thousand long dead footsteps. Like water marks on paper they have left invisible imprints. Black boots splashed through puddles on grey rain days; chilled toes scraped over dustings of frost. Though you cannot see them you sense them. You sense that with every step you walk on ghosts.
By Leah Francis7 years ago in Wander
Ode to California, on Getting Caught Up and Washed Back out Along the Golden Crusted Shoreline
Disclaimer: everything, eve-ry damned thing is open to interpretation. Find your own truth. I do not advise taking mine and running with it, from my angle it’s a bed of roses, but from yours you may find the roses were only covering a steaming pile of horse shit.
By Danielle Dragani7 years ago in Wander
The Haunts of the Many Writers of Edinburgh
Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, boasts two extinct volcanoes, 13 castles, and more festivals than months of the year. Edinburgh (pronounced Edin-bruh; Edin-burr-uh; or even embra, if you're a Leither) has also been home to a large number of well-known writers across its rich past. The authors of everything from Peter Pan to Trainspotting; Sherlock Holmes to Harry Potter; have called the city home at some point.
By Tay Inkwell8 years ago in Wander
The Ice Sculpture
Daniel had walked little more than a mile from his caravan when he reached the snow-crowned marshes. He laboured across the covered land, bringing his knees up near his waist in order to make a small step forward. The snow tumbled in over the top of his boots and soaked his socks through to his skin. He fought to palm an opening through the clenched branches of brumal trees. Though stray twigs pierced through his gloves and spiked at his hands he proceeded and, eventually, reached the fishing ponds. The dark bark of the surrounding trees was brushed with the gentle frost’s glitter.
By Graeme Williams8 years ago in Wander
London's Greatest Literature
Naturally, as an English Literature student, a large portion of my spare time is spent reading books, finishing books, and, of course thinking about the next book I am going to start reading. And yes, the Kindle is a wonderful invention that brings books instantly into your home. But, for me, there is something unique about physically wandering around bookstores in search of a new title. With that being said, where better to wander than the beautiful city of London, with hundreds of quirky stores lining the streets?
By Frankie Rhodes8 years ago in Wander
Cymru
Gold glimmers faintly on the horizon. A blinding light spills a dazzling pathway over the vast, endless ocean—dawn approaches. A new day, a new life draws near. A solitary seagull’s mournful wail echoes in the distant countryside; a tearful song, but I cannot cry. Not now. Not today.
By Megan Angharad8 years ago in Wander
