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Stories that make a Difference

Kate Holt launched Arete Stories in 2012. Arete Stories is the expert storytelling agency for non-profits and NGOs. Stories that matter need to be told and, when they’re told well, they can make a real difference. Arete Stories’ aim is to share their expertise and help non-profits make an impact through exceptional storytelling.

Their award-winning photojournalists, videographers, copy writers and communications professionals have years of combined experience working with leading national and international news agencies, non-profits and NGOs, across all print and digital media from broadsheets and magazines to websites and social media.

Training

The three men at her mast-head wore long streamers of narrow red bunting at their hats; from the stern, a whale-boat was suspended  bottom down; and hanging captive from the bowsprit was seen the long

Design

It was a Nantucket ship, the Bachelor, which had just wedged in her last cask of oil, and bolted down her bursting hatches; and now, in glad holiday apparel, was joyously, though somewhat

Photography

The three men at her mast-head wore long streamers of narrow red bunting at their hats; from the stern, a whale-boat was suspended, bottom down; and hanging captive from the bowsprit was seen

Video

And hanging captive from the bowsprit was seen the long lower jaw of the last whale they had slain. Signals, ensigns, and jacks of all colours were flying from her rigging, on every side.

Strategy

Sideways lashed in each of her three basketed tops were two barrels of sperm; above which, in her top-mast cross-trees, you saw slender breakers of the same precious fluid; and nailed to her main truck was a.

Content

As this glad ship of good luck bore down upon the moody Pequod, the barbarian sound of enormous drums came from her forecastle; and drawing still nearer, a crowd of her men were

Fieldwork

drawing still nearer, a crowd of her men were seen standing round her huge try-pots, which, covered with the parchment-like POKE or stomach skin of the black fish, gave forth a loud roar

Projects

Lord and master over all this scene, the captain stood erect on the ship’s elevated quarter-deck, so that the whole rejoicing drama was full before him, and seemed merely contrived for his own individual diversion. And Ahab, he too was standing on his quarter-deck, shaggy and black, with a stubborn gloom; and as the two ships crossed each other’s wakes—one all jubilations for things passed.