humanity

If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.

Sat There By Your Lonesome
A Samurai with long yet messy black hair and a faded beard is sat quietly next to the ocean, waves colliding against the rockface just below him as he smoked intermittently on a cigarette. His arm frequently rested on his swords, a katana, and a wakizashi, as if to be a habit. His clothes were embroidered with flower pattering as his pants were a contrasting black. As he kissed the end of his cigarette, his eyelids hung low. He clicked his tongue before taking a long drag, throwing it into the ocean below as it continued to relentlessly crash against the rockface below, stubbornly smacking against an unbreakable wall. The Samurai chuckled at the thought, scratching at the side of his head. The pitter-patter of one's bare feet could be heard behind the Samurai, so he turned to look.
By CynicalPepper5 years ago in Wander
Episode 003: Home
What is a home and what is home? This word is very intriguing and has no real meaning as everyone you ask will say something different but I believe that a home is much more just a 4 walls a roof. I’m an architect and of course I think that way right! Well yes although I design homes for a living and I am very excited with each new project I get I wonder what the deeper meaning is behind the 4 letters. We all know that a home is where the heart is, but what does that even mean? How can a home be both a place and a feeling? Can home be a person? These are the types of a questions that fascinate me during my every day job and I would like to take a dive into what is a home.
By David Longpre5 years ago in Wander
Moving it with King Julian
I will not be the first to admit that for a very long time my knowledge of madagascan fauna consisted of a crazed ring-tailed lemur who memorably performs I Like to Move It at a rave for animals in the jungle. Years after my parents first took me to see the DreamWorks animation Madagascar, however, while rewatching the movie sequel for the umpteenth time with my boyfriend in our newly rented apartment in London, I came to an irreversible eureka moment.
By Irene Escobar5 years ago in Wander
Alice
Alice The woman opened her eyes to a blank ceiling. She glanced at the clock. It was almost time for work. She tried to move, but her body felt heavy like stone. A feeling of emptiness anchored in her stomach. She contemplated whether to stay in bed longer, but at the ring of the alarm, the woman immediately rose to her feet.
By Tumaris Hone5 years ago in Wander
Odd Exchange
“You hum in your sleep.” I drift awake to the gentle rocking of the Caspian. My dreams are getting more realistic. The voice is so lifelike that I can swear it’s someone standing right beside me.
By Soomimuu5 years ago in Wander
The Shifting
The wind howled. It raged against Lexie. Aggressive against her back, pushing her closer to the edge of the cliff. Out in front of her lay the open sea; rolling, turning, a mirror of the turmoil raging inside her. The warm north wind crashed into the cool air of the open sea, brewing up a storm. The clouds all shades of grey, rough and full to bursting. She knew she still had some time before they reached the shore and dropped all hell.
By Abigail A5 years ago in Wander
My Horizon Elusion
My Horizon Elusion While vacationing alone in DR, I had decided that I was going to try some things that I had been afraid to try on previous vacations. I went to the beach several times that week and I saw a man teaching people about surfing. Prior to going on vacation, I had taken swimming lessons and I felt that I was ready to try surfing, but in the baby pool only. I waited until the instructor was alone to approach him and ask how difficult it would be to learn to surf. He could tell I was not sure whether or not I really wanted to do it, so he gave me some information and told me to read it over, go online and then return the next morning and he would be there if I was still interested.
By Ruby5 years ago in Wander
Lurk
It coats your hair, encouraging soft waves to blow in the breeze. It sits on your skin and you can almost feel it crystalizing.
By C.Z.5 years ago in Wander
Birdcage
Sara sighed as she assessed her own image reflected back to her in the full-length hotel mirror. She looks forward to these bi-annual work conferences; small respites from the everyday that can be viciously ordinary. She wears a sundress that flows to her ankles, black of course, but with white pinstripes. Sessions were over for the day apart from a reception at 6 – Luau themed. The idea of these things makes Sara cringe, but there are free drinks and prizes involved so she grins and bears it.
By Samantha Morton5 years ago in Wander
My Caribbean Voyage
It all started with the coronavirus pandemic, lockdowns, and isolation. I found myself laying in bed all day watching YouTube videos while confined to the frigid, cold, mountain climate imagining a warm and tropical utopia to escape too.
By Danielle Prock5 years ago in Wander
Wishing
When the ocean called, she answered. She had been waiting for a sign although she didn’t know for what. A siren song and the kisses that briny fog mist gave her marble skin made her feel that if the Universe was going to give her a sign, this must be it. She was bad at listening so she strained her ears and grasped at possible messages like straws.
By Faith Thompson5 years ago in Wander
The New York Bubble
The tall expanse of the Williamsburg Bridge casts a deep shadow on the Brooklyn neighborhood. It’s a hot day- the residents finding shelter underneath umbrellas of new coffee shops and fair-trade hand-woven sun hats.
By Sasha Roberts5 years ago in Wander