Posts Tagged: storytelling

07.11

  The hero disappeared so swiftly nobody noticed. His voice was the voice of the story telling itself.     Advertisements

07.11

  The hero disappeared so swiftly nobody noticed. His voice was the voice of the story telling itself.    

07.09

  Word after word the hero disappeared behind the stories, until one day he felt his journey complete. He had lost his identity to become everything. This thought distracted him and he stopped for a moment, his audience openmouthed.    

07.09

  Word after word the hero disappeared behind the stories, until one day he felt his journey complete. He had lost his identity to become everything. This thought distracted him and he stopped for a moment, his audience openmouthed.    

06.99

Let me tell you a story, said Gaia. Julia smiled and sat on the floor next to her. The room was dark but for a candle burning on the old coffee table in front of them. As Gaia spoke her

06.99

Let me tell you a story, said Gaia. Julia smiled and sat on the floor next to her. The room was dark but for a candle burning on the old coffee table in front of them. As Gaia spoke her

02.55

That morning, after breakfast, Julia opened the box of magical words and took a card out. The card read: explore

02.55

That morning, after breakfast, Julia opened the box of magical words and took a card out. The card read: explore

02.37

  Gaia and Julia went to Mark’s woodworking lab, and persuaded him to follow them to see the thing that was, when it could not be seen, and that was not, when it could be seen. We cannot bring it

02.37

  Gaia and Julia went to Mark’s woodworking lab, and persuaded him to follow them to see the thing that was, when it could not be seen, and that was not, when it could be seen. We cannot bring it

02.32

          I’d like you to hunt for a story, said Mark. Why do we need a story, asked Gaia. We tell stories to understand who we are. Now, I’d like you to pick a hand. He thrust

02.32

          I’d like you to hunt for a story, said Mark. Why do we need a story, asked Gaia. We tell stories to understand who we are. Now, I’d like you to pick a hand. He thrust