How it works
Five minutes now. Magic every night.
Set up your child's profile once. A completely new story appears every bedtime. Here's exactly how it happens.
Getting set up
Create your family
Sign up with your email — no password, just a magic link. Then tell us your family’s timezone and when your children go to bed.
Build your child’s profile
Add their name, birthday, what they’re into right now (dinosaurs, football, fairies, whatever — it changes, you can update it), their pets, close friends, favourite colour.
Choose your plan
Start free and see how your child responds. Upgrade to get illustrations, audio narration, and a growing library of every story they’ve ever had.
What happens every day
After setup, this is the cycle. Every single night. Automatically.
While the house sleeps
We start tonight’s story
While everyone’s in bed, we begin writing your child’s story for tomorrow night. By breakfast it’s nearly ready.
Generating
Your child’s story is written
We pull their profile — name, interests, pets, recent story themes — and write a completely new story around them. No templates. Different every night.
Ready
Illustrations and audio added
On Plus and Family plans, we generate original illustrations with your child’s likeness, then record audio narration. The whole package is ready hours before bedtime.
Delivered
You get a notification
An email (and soon push notification) lets you know tonight’s story is ready. Tap to open the app and start reading.
Story quality
Not just a name in a template
Your child's name appears in the first sentence. But that's just the start. Their interests drive the actual plot. If they love dinosaurs, the story goes to the Cretaceous. If they're into baking, they're entering the Great Forest Bake-Off.
Pets appear as sidekicks. Best friends show up as characters. Favourite colours are woven into the scenery. Nothing is decoration — it all means something.
Oliver's Secret Map
“Oliver found the map folded inside a library book about shipwrecks — proper old paper, soft at the edges, with a coffee ring in one corner and a route drawn in red ink that didn't match any road he knew. Biscuit sniffed it once, sneezed, and wagged his tail like he already knew where it led. The first landmark was the oak tree behind the football pitch. Oliver grabbed his rucksack, clipped on Biscuit's lead, and they were out the door before Mum could say "jacket."”