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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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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 months ago in Fiction
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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 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 Jackson7 months ago in Fiction
