I spend an eternity in my own life
in anticipation, avoiding reality
the ticking clock marks that which passes by
and I see not the opportunities before me
I never live in the right here, right now
nor pay attention to what I sense and see
and I fear that I may exit centre stage, without a bow
my whole existence wasted, on nothing but a dream. 

I apologise for the lack of updates to SHRAPNEL, but I have just started back at school and am a bit busy. Coming soon though!

The full story can be found at http://knife-heart.tumblr.com/shrapnel.

SHRAPNEL: Chapter 4.

John H. Watson could not move, could not speak, think, hear, breathe. In his delerium he pulled towards the grey washed out figures around him, trying to see where he was being taken, only to have the opressive silence rip him down from the thin rags of consciousness. In they grey he lost his name. He fell further, darker. In the dark he lost himself.

The greedy dark dragged him back down, down, down.

Young Gods.

Once upon a time, there was nothing.

It was not upon a time. There was no time.

Nothing.

Can you see it? Of course not. You’re only human, after all.

Jaime wasn’t. She was a Spider. Not a spider, with eight legs, related to the scorpion, catcher of flies, and inhabitant of uncleaned corners, but a Spider, who spun together tales and lives, and felt every thread connecting every particle of the world dance in holy discord. She knew a lot, felt a lot, and saw a lot, and lived many lives both simultaneously and consecutively. But no matter what life she lived or what species she chose, she always knew. She knew exactly how everything worked, even when she didn’t know exactly. This was because she did not exist.

She did not exist in the Not-Time, and she does not exist now. You’ve probably met her, one of her, or seen her on the street, busy not existing as she usually does. You might have forgotten. She has that effect on people sometimes.

If she had existed, she would have been a god.

You see, the thing was, she didn’t want to exist. Existence was boring, always the same, cut off from yourself. Very few humans have figured this out. That’s why it’s better to be a Spider. You get to go outside, in a metaphorical sense.

“I don’t exist, I am.” She thought to herself as she spun a web, walked through the subway, stalked impala in Africa, swam the deep Pacific, flew high above the earth.

And she was and is right. Just because you’re incorrect doesn’t mean you’re wrong.

She was true.

And if you look closely, you can see that all of everything is inside her, in her soul, her mind, her eyes, even though she in turn is just a tiny part of everything. Because everything is nothing, and nothing is everything.

And if you look even closer, you can see that the same is true for you too.

You simply have to stop existing,

and start being.

Chapters 1&2 can be found at http://knife-heart.tumblr.com/shrapnel

SHRAPNEL: Chapter 3.

A knife zapped past Mrs Hudson’s face so fast she heard the air whirr with the cutting vibration. With a squeak she vanished down the stairs. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen something building up through the days before, but this? Knives being thrown in the middle of the house and the state of that room. There is something much bigger and worse going on here, this is no temper tantrum. Lord knew she had seen plenty of those from that goddamn husband she used to have, but this was something different, something profoundly ominous. Even from her rooms she could hear the racket coming from up there. She rushed out into the hall and reached for the phone by the stairs, dialing in the emergency number even as the noises ceased. However, she was interrupted before she could dial. The door had flown open and someone had zipped up the stairs so fast she barely got a look. He was blonde, with a tee shirt and jeans, and that was about all she managed to see before he vanished up to the second story, knowledgeably leaping over the deceptively slippery fifth step.

Perhaps the neighbours had heard and called the authorities already?

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Sorry to keep everyone waiting with SHRAPNEL, but I haven’t had time to write chapter III yet. Don’t worry, it will be pretty good (I hope.)

So that little picture I made with the words in chapter 2?

I regret nothing.

Chapter 1:

http://knife-heart.tumblr.com/post/20344672486/shrapnel-chapter-one

SHRAPNEL: Chapter 2.

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