Karl Jackson
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My name is Karl Jackson and I am a marketing professional. In my free time, I enjoy spending time doing something creative and fulfilling. I particularly enjoy painting and find it to be a great way to de-stress and express myself.
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The Gilded Cage and the Uncharted Sky
In a world cradled by the seemingly endless metropolis of Unoria, where towering chrome structures kissed the perpetually overcast sky, and interconnected sky-bridges hummed with the ceaseless transit of automated vehicles, the very notion of exploration had become a ghost of a forgotten age. For generations, the Great Consolidation had reigned supreme, a global government that promised and delivered absolute order, predictability, and, above all, safety within the city's vast, meticulously mapped confines. Beyond Unoria’s shimmering perimeter lay the ‘Uncharted Territories,’ a nebulous expanse whispered about in hushed tones, a place of unknown perils and chaotic disorder, strictly off-limits, its borders patrolled by vigilant Sentinels.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
When a Man Tries to Access Someone
There’s a certain kind of ache that doesn’t sit in your bones or your chest, but somewhere deeper—like your soul has an itch it can’t reach. That’s what it feels like when a man becomes obsessed with someone he’s never actually met. He doesn’t know her laugh in real life, has never smelled her skin or watched her pick at the label on her coffee cup while she thinks. But that doesn’t stop him from trying to access her.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Humans
The Color That Must Not Be Named
In the town of Graymere, every conversation was scrubbed, filtered, and scanned in real time. The air buzzed faintly with the presence of speech monitors, tiny government-issued drones shaped like dandelion puffs that drifted through neighborhoods like lazy summer seeds. People didn’t notice them anymore—just like they didn’t notice the missing word.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
Rain on Tin: A Story Told in Sound
The rain on the old tin roof wasn’t polite. It hammered, clattered, sang a wild and arrhythmic song, sharp as marbles spilled on linoleum. At first, it was just background—a distant, metallic drumming, something you might confuse with static from a bad radio, until it grew bold and insistent, demanding to be heard. You could feel it in your chest, how the drops doubled their pace and weight, as if the whole sky wanted in.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
Anti-Looter Kit
Introduction You spent years prepping for “the big one.” Your basement looks like a Costco on Black Friday, your food stores are lined up like ducklings, and your bug-out bag is so dialed in, it could win reality TV. But when chaos hits and the thin veneer of society peels off like cheap wallpaper, guess what? All those hard-earned supplies are suddenly fair game for looters, thieves, and the curious neighbor who always wondered why you bought 42 cans of chili.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Humans
RFID Protectors
Introduction: Imagine spending years building your stash, perfecting your bug-out bag, learning how to start a fire with a soda can and some determination—only to get your bank account wiped out in an instant by someone bumping your wallet at the bus stop. Welcome to the not-so-distant future of digital pickpocketing. It doesn’t take a shady character in a dark alley; all it takes is a little RFID scanner and some bad intentions. In a world where prepping is about more than stockpiling beans and bullets, your credit card data is now as vulnerable as your food supply.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Geeks
Tufting Mastery Class: Elevate Your Upholstery Game
Introduction: Turning Fabric and Foam Into Functional Art Tufting isn’t just a decorative accent. It’s an art form. A visual signature of elegance and craftsmanship that transforms ordinary furniture into timeless centerpieces. If you've ever admired the classic beauty of a diamond-tufted headboard or the sophisticated texture of a Chesterfield sofa, you've seen tufting at its finest.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Humans
Moringa Magic
Introduction Let’s cut straight to it—most supplements are hyped, overpriced, and forgotten within a month. But Moringa oleifera? That’s not one of them. This vibrant green powerhouse isn’t some trendy newcomer. It's been used for centuries in traditional medicine and is now making major waves in the wellness world, and for good reason.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Humans
The World's Hardest Cheese: A Himalayan Survival Story
In the misty, soaring heights of the Himalayas, where the air is thin and the terrain unforgiving, a remarkable cheese has quietly existed for centuries. This is chhurpi, a food so exceptionally hard it has been called the world's hardest cheese. The notion that a cheese could last for up to 20 years might seem like something out of a fairy tale, but for the nomadic herders and mountain communities of Nepal, Bhutan, and other parts of the Himalayan region, it is a matter of practical survival. This isn't your average cheddar or gouda. Chhurpi is a protein-rich, smoky, and almost rock-like substance, an edible monument to a way of life defined by resourcefulness and deep-rooted tradition. Its incredible longevity and unique qualities stem from a fascinating process of creation, and its very existence tells a tale of human ingenuity in the face of nature’s immense power. It's an exploration of food as a foundation, a lifeline woven into the very fabric of a culture.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Humans
5 Things People Used to Eat for Breakfast
Breakfast today is a neatly branded ritual—protein bars, oat milk lattes, avocado toast with chili flakes and a #blessed filter. But it wasn’t always Instagrammable. Breakfast used to be raw, rustic, and sometimes downright weird. The meals that kicked off the day were shaped by survival, superstition, class, culture, and whatever scraps were leftover from the night before.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in FYI
Earl from Apartment 3B
Nobody paid much attention to Earl. Eighty-two, with a bent back and a cardigan that smelled faintly of mothballs and peppermint, he was just another quiet fixture of the building. He watered his violets every morning at 6:00 a.m. sharp, fed the birds on the fire escape, and slipped notes into the community bulletin board correcting grammar on flyers. That was Earl. Pleasant. Predictable. Forgettable.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
