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You really know how to twist the knife! You also know how to stitch us back together. You take us to new worlds and help us to remember old lands in distant times. You strike us with the hard truth and the soft lies. You generate power, vulnerability, melancholy and drive. You are the creators and we go wherever you take us. You are the storytellers, you make the great collections and here are some of your favourites and Puck Creations favourites from years gone by:
Because of you
We played a special game
Where you gave us cryptic clues
About objects we could find...
If you stood atop the hill in the centre of the village to cast your eyes through the evergreen trees and the honey making bees, you could just about see the house...
I spilt the porridge down the side of the sofa, there was half left in the pot. It was one of those instant things. Gluten free with nuts and seeds, I know what my mother...
Have you ever watched the moon when she’s cut down the middle
Like half eaten, still warm bread with salted butter?
➗ Come on...the adventure is soon to begin
mind you there's no rush at all
or you'll miss out on the wonder of things
Arrived... up, down or straight ahead
Friday evening. Laura was introducing me to her parents. We took my car. We got together six months ago, soon after she joined the outbound team across the floor...
Sobbing and a little tired, Grace slowly opened her eyes and lifted her shoulders off the messy bed which hadn't been changed in weeks. She didn't seem to care...
«I give you an order eagle, go on that mountain and eat the liver of who is chained there. I have spoken.» and when the all-father in the sky gives you an order, you obey...
My phone beeped - incoming message. It was latish evening Friday 19th October 2018. The message pretty much said -
‘You’ve got 7 days - are you in?’
At first glance, displaying only charm
No-one knew the extent of the harm
One man could cause with just his arm
To cheering crowds, screams and whoops...
She’d been the first one to arrive and had positioned herself squarely amidst her luggage, like Lego blocks spaced out around her to create her own little world...
We're looking back but where do we want to go, exactly?
Let's ask Gary Nightingale.
Listen to the beautiful music as you read:
‘What can I do today to help you positively change your life?’ Sylvie almost jumps out of her skin as the voice chirps from the App as she taps at it...
I'm yet unaware of
The exact moment it struck me,
The release as the feign waned
Or the facade lost its guard...
📖The robot vacuum cleaner sounded like thunder on the wooden floorboards of the flat above. Her upstairs neighbour was crazy for housework. She, however...
‘Once Upon a Shoebox’ is about the importance of having a good support system and being brave when we need or want to try something new...
As a parent, it is so easy to feel like you are failing, but like a parallel with leadership, you are always learning. My youngest between the ages of...
Hugo stretched as far as his arms would take him, towards the occasionally interrupted but always pristine glass window that shone a light on a world he may never see...
I was invited to be a contributing "expert" on here about what to do if your writing software isn't up to scratch. As I write, my word count triggers the "Rewrite with AI"...
Ecco-mi
Ecco-mi, con te mi amore
Ecco-mi, Ecco-mi, Ecco-mi, Ecco-mi
Per sempre, sono il tuo, mi amore
The humanoid was lost, lonely and feeling confused as to if it had made the right choice. Was moving half way across the world the right choice? How would it find a way to fit...
Nobody knew the power it had, this electric heater to warm us all
From England to Scotland, to Ireland, to Wales, to the other side of the world...
At the start of Storytelling Week (27 January to 4 February) I am at last diving into Will Storr’s book The Science of Storytelling. Aside from learning more...
Where were you? This is the question Gary asks in this beautiful, contemplative piece. Read and listen to truly feel the essence of Gary's work...
As a young child, I spent a lot of time alone. But I loved it. It allowed me to play with my "friend," a little boy of about five who happened to be a ghost...
I've got to get over this hill
I've got to climb over that mountain
Quick, there's no time to kill
Come on, let's drink from the fountain
For 18 years, you gifted me a smile, attached to a frown, like your inner child was fighting parental responsibility and somehow, they both won...
Stories are not only spoken or written. They are sung, drawn, filmed and created in ways we're yet to imagine. Gary has managed to merge a few mediums...
I’m not sure I understood what people meant when they talked about a person’s aura until that day. Of course, there were people that I got on with well and...
That’s it... She’s gone... I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor staring at my reflection in my full-length mirror. Big, full-fat tears ran down my cheeks...
Oh, just look at us now. A bunch of nobodies staring into thin air because we’re too weirded out by this situation. Thank God that alarm stopped ringing...
'Can you play Peppa Pig with me?' [Sigh]. Gawd. Really? Does she not know? I’m 50 years old now! But those eyes. Those, 'Pleeease will you play with me'...
She was born in a small town, and she first moved when she was just about six months old, to a place by the sea. There she learned to swim like a fish..
Time was ticking, and Sangeetha could see it as she stared at the little boy's wristwatch. Her hearing was almost gone, so she could only rely on her eyes...
Me: “Darling, can I help you tidy up your hair for school?” Elsie: “No thanks, it’s fine”. Me: "Are you sure. It looks a bit wonky?" E: "No. It's fine like this"...
The door made a creaking sound. Creeping towards the front door, my shoes were squeaking with every step. My numb fingers fumbled at the first lock. It twisted open...
It was breakfast time. Normally the lift would glide smoothly down and pour its occupants into the glittering splendour of the marbled reception area...
The short old lady with glossy black hair frowned up at the large man, “Jim if you hadn’t have taken so long to park properly, we would not have missed our appointment"...
The first week of this new year, my long term boyfriend wished his colleagues a healthy and happy new year. A year earlier, a relative had mentioned to me...
So I'm going to start by describing my Dad's sweet shop - let's call it 'setting the scene'. The shop was on our local shopping precinct where, in the days when I was a child...
The screaming match was loud and clear. Everyone on our street knew, "I am not going to Uni, mum and dad, To myself, I am staying true."...
The Question Is... where do you go? When you need to catch your breath, blow off steam, and leave the frenzied busyness behind. Since you are here...
It was Friday, dark and late. I was exhausted and refused to believe him. But his words hit me like a hurricane. I can still hear them now echoing through time...
“You could sell sawdust to a lumber mill,” said my boss as he threw his arm around Byron’s shoulders. The team applauded as Byron held up the contract...
They are not wrong when they say you never forget your first time. It was a night I will never forget. My biggest issue was I had to navigate all these feelings...
I'm sitting here listening to the sounds around me, putting my words to a beat, letting my heart find the words to speak, looking to clear my view...
Did I tell you about the time I turned into a flock of birds? T'was the weeks before a potential move. I was filled with anxiety and trepidation...
It all started in 2002... when we found each other - Steve and I. We found each other with the help of a dating site and a cafe called 'Rickys'...
32 years. How is it possible that so much time has passed since you were so cruelly taken away from us? So much has happened during those years...
A red brick church stands on a hill above the ruin and despair that taints Wilkinsburg. Nobody from an aristocratic organ spills through the fractures...
I was in France when the guns stopped. We came home and we were heroes. But not for long. The world didn’t want to see us. Didn’t want to know us...
July 1976, Britain was in the middle of a record-breaking heatwave. It hadn’t rained for months. Tarmac was melting on the roads and government advice was to...
There once was a small child, happy in her own company, who loved music, art and nature. She was full of fun and mischief, and had daily adventures in her...
In the winter of 2011 a 4 word text swept me sideways. About to present the opening address at a client event, I handed over my phone as a text flashed up from AMY...
Dear S I never liked the cold And the first time we met I didn’t like you. You were the unknown, the uncertain And I didn’t know how to stay afloat...
The chocolate brownie called out to me. Sat in the cafe, looking at the brownie sitting on the pristine white plate on the other side of the table...
I thought I'd share a mortifying story that almost sidelined my writing career. I always used to leave a gazillion tabs open on my computer. This particular day...
My father was 13 when the war broke out. He was walking home from school one day in September 1940 when he saw one of the first Luftwaffe bombs fall...
I hated Jimmy Quinn. There could be no other way to feel about him. He was to be hated. He was ugly, stupid, and snivelling. He stank. He dressed like a hobo...
"I have barely time to breathe", we say. Days fly by. Is it Thursday already? We get angry at our boss, angry at our colleagues, angry at our customers, angry at ourselves...
I was a grocer’s daughter. My early years were spent living above the shop in a run-down suburb of Nottingham. The back to back terraces were torn down...
Chinese New Year is a period lasting 15 days, starting from the new moon to the full moon. Adults would give children red packets stuffed with cash as blessings...
"Andrew loves to present his stories orally and his voice adds a little something to the magnificent words he writes on the page. Click through to his story and listen.
It wasn’t my fault. I did everything you asked me to do, exactly the way you asked me to do it. It’s probably not your fault either, I guess. Did anybody warn you?
"Molly was free, unexpectedly for many who saw her, because as Mark shows us, it’s easy to think human and other animals’ emotions are the same...
