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“The lantern was dead,” Buttercup whispered. “Total blackness. Zamba’s hooves felt like lead as he fumbled with the lantern, his grip slippery with the cold sweat of a goat who knows time is running out. In the dark, the only sound was the frantic clink-scrape, clink-scrape of stone against iron. Zamba struck the flint again…
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“I’d have headbutted it right off the cliff!” Bramble roared, charging a defenceless pine stump with a crack that echoed through the crags. He shook his head, dizzy but grinning broadly. “One hit. Boom! That’s all it takes to be a hero, right Papa?” Clover didn’t even look up from fastidiously cleaning a hoof. “You’d…
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There’s a lot I wish I was better at. But to pick one thing in particular, I wish I was better at practical skills. It probably stems from how I feel about them. It’s a combination of them boring me, meaning I’m not interested in them, which then leads to me not learning enough to…
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Picture the scene. Paris, France, a very long time ago. My toddler self managed to find his way onto the balcony of our flat. I don’t know exactly which floor we lived on, but in my memory, it looked like maybe it was the fourth floor. Edit: Checked with mum, it was the second floor.…
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If you’ve been walking this path with me, you’ll know the mission for 2025 was bold, verging on audacious: The Triple Impact. The goal was to make a significant dent on the music, writing, and website fronts. So, how did we do? We hit a snag. Then another. Then another. 2025 has been tough. Eventually,…
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Marble glared at Cecil. Cecil had turned the sun-drenched pond into his own stage; The swan’s serene grace only amplified Marble’s rage. “Look at him,” Marble muttered. “White as morning light. Prancing like a model. And me? I look like coal with white paint stains.” Marble’s nest was a dazzling treasure trove: coins, buttons, foil,…
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This is a truly worthwhile exercise; it takes me back. About a decade ago, I ran an experiment where I journalled five things I was grateful for every day for a while. It felt a bit artificial at the start, but by the end, I’d become much more genuine about it, and my spirits were…
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Question: in this world of endless consumption (digital or otherwise), how much of what you’re putting out there actually excites you? Does it still make you feel a buzz of pride even after some time has passed? Don’t get me wrong, not every piece has to be a masterpiece, but sometimes you just know you’ve…
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Are you a noise maker or a signal generator? Have you ever caught yourself recycling the same few ideas? I’m not talking about when you’re simply refining an old idea, adding to it, or ensuring you implement it. I’m talking about those times when you’re genuinely trying to create something new (a fresh perspective, a…
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The silence was a presence. Not the restful silence of a house in the dead of night, but the vast, deafening quiet that had settled over the world after the upheaval. Gedaliah woke to it. There was no low hum of distant traffic, no wail of sirens, no anxious chatter of a thousand lives rushing…