Chopstick-Chan

On average it takes approximately ten minutes for a person to come to a conclusion and make a decision. However this does not take into account the different types of decisions. Some are mundane and have no consequence. Others have the fate of the known world hanging in the balance, it taking one slip of thought or indiscretion to tip the already fragile scales. Those types of decisions can take days if not longer. But then, what if that carefully selected choice turned out to be the wrong one? It then turns into a matter of 'what if?'. That game is a dangerous one. What if? The sheer amount of variables exceeds the number that existed initi

Like most things in life trauma comes in stages. Most would expect to experience a beginning, a middle and an end. However trauma is not that simple. Trauma is ruthless and overbearing and that is without mentioning the cause of the trauma. It’s a long and treacherous road; some are strong enough to stay on the path, a glimmer of their former selves beckoning them to head towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Others aren’t as lucky. Some people stray from the path; their sense of direction marred and muffled by the demons of their own mind. But that lapse in direction by no means defines a person’s strength. The road

Dreams are funny things. They are places where boundaries are non-existent and the most inconceivable ideas are brought to life. Nonetheless, regardless how magical the scene or how wild the journey, every face we see in our dreams is a face we have encountered in our conscious life. Now consider that number. Whether we consciously study the fine lines of a loved ones’ face or simply pass our eyes over a stranger in the street, our brains register their features. Their eyes, their hair, their stature. All these seemingly minuscule details are logged in the brain’s personal inventory so that they may be used at a later date. On on

Thump. Thump. Thump. Each blow was steady, concise. It was a well-practiced action. The individual obviously knew what they were doing, this was no amateur. The sound didn’t echo, it didn’t reverberate or overstay its welcome; the sound was fleeting, it dispersing into the air and disappearing into nothingness until another one followed in its place. Although dark, the space didn’t resemble a cave; the air wasn’t cold or damp and the darkness was inviting. No monsters prowled in the shadows and no enemies lurked with concealed weapons waiting for the right moment to strike. It was simply dark. Amidst the blackness

A person’s Echoic Memory store is the part of the brain which processes auditory information. This particular sector has a brief time period of three to four seconds; a somewhat beautifully fleeting yet catastrophic process. Auditory stimuli are received by the ear one at a time before they can be processed and understood. Without constant repetition the all important information can, and most times, will be lost. Yet when faced with an urgent dilemma where a decision must instantaneously be made, not being able to repeat the information, which may not have registered in the first place, is equally as problematic as the original dilemma

Thantophobia is the fear of losing someone you love. That stomach wrenching feeling of nausea that washes over a person when the possibility of loss becomes reality. It’s hard. For some loss comes naturally to them, a friend who is constant in their life; for others loss can be unbearable and for the few – fatal. To be told that you will never see the person you love again is pain at its purest form. The moment is surreal. Everything around you begins to crumble at the seams; the air becomes thick, toxic, as it begins to fill every square inch of your lungs. ​​​​​​​ The silence is overwhe

A woman can be a dangerous thing. By no means does that make her an object. But it does mean that they are something to be admired as well as feared. Women are strong and formidable. They have watched cities burn and have burned cities with a single glance. They possess a fire so furious that it may burn water. Izanami was the perfect example of this. Izanami or ‘she who invites’ was a woman of incredible power; yet with that power came great burden. Izanami could see the burden that was weighing heavily on the Uchiha brothers; the three of them were kindred spirits in a sense. Misfortune and horror had followed them all since bi

The measurement of time seemed pointless in death. The only need death had for time was for it to run out – the quicker it ran the better. However when the moment arrived for time to dissipate from the mortal realm its existence ironically became infinite; in a sense death had delivered eternal life to time, permitting it to course freely forever. Yet is there a need for time in eternity? If there is no ultimate goal to countdown to, then surely there is no need for measuring how many minutes or years have passed? The deceased are to dwell in Yomi without acknowledging time; it only existed in their former lives – a cruel remind

 Amidst the ink stained pages of the Kojiki the tales of old are ironically clear despite the words’ smudged and dilapidated form. The scripture talks of beginnings and ends, each one significantly different to the last. Gods and humans alike are mentioned throughout the manuscript; their gallantries and losses depicted vividly with equal measure. The songs and poems of the Kojiki are split into three separate sections. The Kamiyo no Maki or the ‘Age of the Gods’ is the first. This segment depicts the beginning of the world and the saga of the creation deities who shaped it. During their epic romance an epic tragedy also sp