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 Man on the Platform
The clock in the station had stopped ticking two years ago, but the man never seemed to notice. Or maybe he did, but pretended not to care. Every morning, without fail, he arrived at Platform 3 with a worn brown suitcase and a folded newspaper tucked under his arm. His coat, always buttoned to the top regardless of the season, gave him an air of purposeful waiting—like a soldier on standby for an unnamed war.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
The Space Between Us
Sunlight filtered softly through the leaves, casting dappled patterns onto the wooden bench where Emma and Luke sat, watching ducks glide lazily across the pond. Emma tugged at her sleeve, shifting slightly. Beside her, Luke stared out across the water, hands clasped loosely.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Man Who Knew Too Little
Arthur Fenn was a man of few words. Not because he lacked opinions or imagination—he had plenty of both—but because he had learned early that the loudest people often had the most to hide. So he listened. And in a world addicted to saying too much or nothing at all, Arthur's silence was a kind of power. Not the explosive, take-the-room kind. More like the kind that quietly swells under the skin, unnoticed by most, feared by the few who suspect what silence might know.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
Shadowfall
They told us it was going to be the longest eclipse in recorded history. Two hours and fifty-one minutes. NASA livestreams, schools canceling classes, influencers dragging telescopes onto rooftops. The whole world marked the date: August 23rd. But this wasn’t that kind of story.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
The Missing Chapter
Nestled on the sleepy corner of Sycamore and Lane, The Quill & Lantern didn’t make much noise. It smelled of paper dust and pipe tobacco and the kind of stories that wrapped around your bones like a second skin. Loretta, the owner, had inherited the shop from her grandfather, a man who’d once claimed that every book knew who needed it. Most of the time, Loretta chalked that up to old man whimsy. Until the Tuesday afternoon when a book disappeared—The Hollis Diary, a brittle, leather-bound volume tied to a mystery that still clung to the town like ivy.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
The Reading Room No One Talks About
Introduction 📚✨ You know those underground clubs people whisper about—the ones with secret knock codes, dim candlelight, and wine-stained secrets? This wasn’t that. It was stranger. Quieter. And somehow louder. The kind of thing that doesn’t scream mystery until it’s too late. You just feel the pull of it. Like a gravity that only works on people who’ve cracked open books in the middle of heartbreak or obsession.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
Before the World Awakens
The streetlights, still blazing their amber defiance against the coming day, cast long, distorted shadows of dormant trees across the dew-kissed asphalt. A profound quiet lay over everything, a silence so deep it almost hummed. Inside the small, neat house on Elm Street, Clara was already awake, though the digital clock on her nightstand stubbornly declared 4:17 AM. Her reason for rising before the birds, before the first brave sliver of light dared to crack the eastern sky, hummed with a quiet intensity in her chest. Today was the day.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
Argument in favor
1. Safety and protection: The presence of firefighters in Antarctica ensures the safety and protection of the researchers, scientists, and other personnel working at the research stations. With the harsh and unpredictable conditions in Antarctica, the risk of fires breaking out is high, and having trained firefighters on hand is crucial in mitigating any potential disasters.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Critique
The Curious Case
The rain fell like a whispered secret, each drop a tiny pearl on the grimy cobblestones of old Marrowbone Lane. Elias Thorne, a man whose life was as neat and predictable as the rows of aged tomes in his beloved bookstore, "The Bound Word," found himself staring at a pair of muddy boots. Not his own, mind you, for Elias was a creature of polished leather and quiet dignity. These boots belonged to Detective Inspector Alistair Finch, whose presence in Elias's sanctuary felt as out of place as a wild storm in a teacup.
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Fiction
The Forgiven Path
The path to redemption, for a character in the grand tapestry of narrative, is often a treacherous ascent, fraught with jagged emotional peaks and yawning chasms of regret. It is not merely a tale of saying "sorry" but rather a profound odyssey of self-reckoning, a testament to the enduring human capacity for growth, and ultimately, a beacon illuminating the potential for forgiveness, both given and received. This journey, when portrayed with authenticity and depth, resonates with readers on a visceral level, for who among us has not, at some juncture, yearned to mend a broken thread, to bridge a chasm of past error?
By Karl Jackson6 months ago in Humans
