“He knew that what held him back in life was the unquenchable longing he had carried with him ever since childhood. He wanted to win the love of others.” Kristin Lavransdatter by Sigrid Undset Storyfox copywriter Sydney also knows that yo
Quantity is never a measure of effectiveness, when it comes to conveying a message. The shortest way home, though often challenging, is inevitably the best route. Indeed, if ‘home’ is worth reaching at all, a difficult mountain pass makes the achievement a memorable one. Storyfox copywriter Sydney advises that a story is always a journey, so only take with you what you need. One thing you’ll need is a guide. Your cop
The moon above Epping is half dissolved in the unusual warmth of this early spring dawn. Apparently strong winds have caused havoc down south. Reports out of the Snowy Mountains talk of road closures and house roofs being torn off. It seems that invisible forces most cause us to be helpless. You can love someone more than yourself, and learn the depth of that love as you watch him lock himself into a kind of living d
Come with me to the Himalayas, mate. You don’t need all that drugs and drunkenness and clubbing, infectious debt and dirty living. Come on, let’s get into training. We’re going to God’s Kingdom on earth to find ourselves amongst the biggest creatures inhabiting the planet. We’re going to breathe in the clean air and the massive presence of something outside ourselves that doesn’t depend on you or me for its existence
I know someone who calls himself a ‘storyteller to business’. Does that sound like time to light a campfire on the fourteenth floor, everyone huddle round in a squat, do a bit of damper on a stick and listen to the smoky voice of Storyfox copywriter Sydney, the grey-haired elder and Director of cultural accountability at Shared Ancestral Inheritance Pty Ltd ? Or am I starting to get the all too familiar aroma of BS?
Death is a siren. She calls to all men. It sounded and the Grandfinal was over. All over the ground men fell as if shot. Some fell to their knees, their heads uplifted, their arms outstretched to Heaven; others simply sprawled, stunned, unable to believe that this was the end; unable to believe the kind of end it was. Exactly half the players were charged with wild exhilaration. The other half were gutted. In the sta
Storyfox copywriter Sydney advises that if you stop for a moment in all your frantic haste upon the treadmill of life, you will realise that the sun doesn’t actually rise; it is the earth that turns upon its axis as we continue in orbit. Nor does the sun set. Yet we go on speaking unthinkingly of both sunrise and sunset, because it’s both convenient and excusable, in terms of what seems to occur. The sun, preceded by