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 View from the Top
The city looked smaller from up here — all glitter and glass, like someone had scattered diamonds across black velvet. I stood on the balcony of my penthouse, the one I used to dream about when I was sleeping on a friend’s couch ten years ago. A champagne flute dangled from my fingers, bubbles rising like tiny ghosts. My phone buzzed every few seconds — messages from people congratulating me on the sale.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Ritual That Ate the Morning
Introduction 🌑 At first glance, rituals seem harmless—even beautiful. A cup of coffee before sunrise, journaling before bed, lighting a candle to focus the mind. But what happens when the line between a calming habit and an obsessive compulsion begins to blur? This article explores that quiet transformation through the lens of a character who clings so tightly to their ritual that it becomes a cage of their own making.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Among the Apple Trees
The orchard had a way of holding its breath at dawn. The air shimmered with dew and promise, the grass soft beneath a mist that carried the scent of ripening apples. Each tree stood like an old friend, its branches twisted with stories of rain, sun, and the passage of time.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The House That Remembered
The room breathed in whispers of smoke and age. The only light came from the flickering fireplace, its flames licking at the air with restless hunger. Shadows climbed the walls like living things, stretching and shrinking with every sputter of the firewood. The old clock on the mantel had stopped years ago, frozen at 11:47 — a time no one bothered to fix, and perhaps, a time that didn’t want to be changed.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The North Star Promise
The desert stretched out before him — endless, whispering, alive in its silence. Elias March pressed his hand against the warm metal of his compass, though it had long stopped spinning true. The storm three days ago had swallowed everything — his gear, his maps, his sense of direction — and left him with only the stars above and the faint taste of dust clinging to his lips.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Someone Else
1. The Familiar Tune 🎵 Maya had always thought she knew Ethan down to the smallest detail—the kind of coffee he ordered (black, no sugar), the way he tilted his head before making a sarcastic comment, even the rhythm of his typing when he was deep in thought. They’d met during freshman year at the university radio station, bonded over indie rock, shared playlists, heartbreaks, and half-eaten bags of chips.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Ride That Changed Everything
Introduction There’s something oddly intimate about sharing a ride with strangers. You sit side by side, heading in the same direction, your lives briefly intersecting before they unravel again into their separate stories. Now imagine that happening on a city tour — not the boring, scripted kind, but one that feels like a social experiment on wheels. That’s the premise of The Ride That Changed Everything, a cinematic and emotional journey that turns an ordinary city tour into an unforgettable exploration of connection, chaos, and unexpected truths.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Porcelain Heart 🐾
1. The Heart of the House Maggie Calloway didn’t have much left from her mother. A few old recipes written in cursive that curled like ivy, a faded photograph from a summer picnic, and one small porcelain heart—delicate as moonlight—painted with forget-me-nots. It sat on the mantel, catching sunlight in a way that made it glow faintly pink at dusk. Her mother had given it to her on her eighteenth birthday, saying, “When you feel lost, hold this. It’ll find you again.”
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
Look What the Cat Dragged In
Introduction Some stories scratch at your imagination long after the last page. “Look What the Cat Dragged In” is one of those sneaky tales that strolls into your thoughts like a stray feline, dropping something unexpected at your feet. It’s a story about secrets, timing, and the messy beauty of unfinished business—the kind of narrative that makes you think about how a single phrase can unravel an entire web of truth.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Line Between Us
The ballroom had been stripped of its glitter. Where there were once chandeliers and champagne flutes, now hung banners stitched with crests of the divided provinces. The air was thick with the scent of old wine and newer suspicion. Everyone in that grand room knew why they’d come—to negotiate the peace after two years of quiet war—but no one could quite remember who had started it.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
