fact or fiction
Is it a fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores travel myths to help you avoid making that wrong turn.
The Golden House
During mediation in our garden sunroom today I felt a surge of energy rise up my spine. It was as if some internal spark had been ignited; Of course I know what to do. I’ve spent so long in domestic role play I’ve forgotten my free spirit. It’s time for a vacation. During supper I opened up to Harry about my current feelings. I explained to him that if I didn’t break free soon I’d break indefinitely. Before I could finish my thought he nodded; “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to send you away for sometime, I just didn’t want you to take offense since you’ve been so wrapped up in supporting us. Where would you like to go?” I sunk into the wing back dinning chair as my mind siphoned through its premarital adventures. Harry continued with aurora and Dev. Sometimes it amazes me how a man can be so good to his family.
By Tatianna La-Ché5 years ago in Wander
Rightful Owner
“What a day!” Marguerite thought as she plopped herself down on the blanket in the middle of the park and gazed at the rapidly changing colors of the dusk skies. A child’s humming voice in the distance prompted her to turn her head and look to the left.
By Melissa Powell5 years ago in Wander
An Unexpected Day
The sun wasn't all the way up as she slowly paddled out to sea. Lying on her belly, she made long strokes from her board. She loved this time of day; the tween time. The sun was slowly coming up and the day was dawning. The energy was alive and electric but most of the world was still asleep, safe and sound in their homes and their lives. The ocean creatures were swirling about below her, just out of sight. She could sense them, but hadn't fully tuned into them yet. She was waiting for her mind to quiet. Who was she kidding though, her mind never stopped going. She'd been divorced now for many years and had grown accustomed to and loved her new found freedom and independence. She was a full time single mom and worked three jobs to support herself and her son. She didn't shy away from life or responsibilities, rather, she raced to meet them headlong. She and her son were inseparable; old souls that had embraced the ancient blood that coursed through their veins. They lived on the edges of the tween times. She rarely had time to herself but her son knew better than she when she needed it. “Go to the sea mom, she's calling you”
By Kristen Lolatte5 years ago in Wander
Islet Of The Ibis
On the ancient sandy shore of the island paradise in Aswan, Egypt, a father and son explore the grounds of a botanical garden. Royal Palm Tree groves reaching up to clear blue skies and exotic flowering plants imported from India and Africa, peacefully sway to the warm summer breeze blowing off the Nile River. Rays of sunshine beaming through the palm leaves spotlight the brilliant foliage, enhancing the colors and glistening dew of every flower it reaches. In the distance, Egyptian Egrets and Ground Geese can be heard squawking at the fisherman returning to the Warf on Felucca vessels with their day’s catch.
By Andra Geismann5 years ago in Wander
The Little black book
The village of Dankokunku found in the outcast of Sambasumbu region in a small country name the Gambia in Africa was known for its mystics and dark forest. it was believed to be a land that no man can build a home in for the famous guardian of the dark forest named "Saburjaga" meaning "the nose that smells a soul from a thousand mile away and the only person the guard will gives access to will be a female warrior that is gonna be born with a gift in her hands that's the key to removing the darkest from the village of dankokunko, centuries went by but no child was born with any form of gift in their hands so the village had no hope of ever occupying that village after losing so many lives in attempt to settle there.
By Ebrima Dibba5 years ago in Wander
Small Town Girl
Suzanne brushed the hair from her eyes and rubbed her lower back. Stacks of old books surrounded her on all sides. Being the only grandchild on both sides of her family, Suzanne was intimately familiar with the thankless job of settling an estate. As she stretched, she spied an inconspicuous black journal tucked near the bottom of a pile. The uncle she had loved so dearly didn’t seem the diary type.
By Heather McEnroe5 years ago in Wander
What's In A Notebook?
The sun rose upon the pink horizon, creating a hue of rose gold throughout the sky. It was to be another day where the heat cooked the pavements outside. Native birds made their morning call as Eivor's alarm clock blared an unsynchronised sound. Rolling her eyes beyond her skull, she reached over to slap the alarm clock from the bedside table, which was covered in empty packets of chocolate. The crashing noise brought her brother, Cecil in from the living room.
By Moyra Hall5 years ago in Wander
