Shyne Kamahalan
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writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
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Level Six: Siderophobia
Must be nice, I thought to myself, as I sit back to look at the new couple. They had the type of love that anyone would strive to have. The kind that she didn't have to try to be sexy to get his attention, and the kind that speaks in both their words and their actions especially, to have a beautiful purity. Their resonance as they talked, sayings like "I could just kiss you right now," and their stacking "I love you"s had this naivety to it that made them lost in their own jungle.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Two: Nosocomephobia
"Thank you, Jehovah." Blake let out, as if he was holding his breath and he was desperate to finally bring his lungs some oxygen. His hand rubbed against his forehead to remove some supposed-sweat that I didn't see, and I wasn't sure yet if he was exaggerating or not. Little did I know that when his hand came back to his side, I would become fully aware. "I bet money your heart wouldn't be able to take an increase in beats per minute like that twice in a row. Your doctors are probably crying, but at least you ended the level on good terms. Who knows how worse it would get otherwise."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level One Redone: Catoptrophobia
"Level one," a scratchy voice said from somewhere above us. It spoke like it was on my side, in the sense that it was guiding me with important information, but the sound itself; it'd be a lie to say it didn't give me the creeps. It was as if we'd become boomerangs, shot back to the location the level had began, and as if it never happened.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Six Ongoing: Siderophobia
Why do I feel I have no control? The stars look down at me like they know they rule the world, and like they know there's nothing I can do about it. They belittle me from so high up, for being so tiny and contributing nothing to this world that would spin whether I was here or not, and my father gives me the same feeling.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Four: Claustrophobia
"Self-control." I reminded myself. It's been a constant concept in real life, to whatever layer of dreaming I find myself in, and I dislike it big time. It's one of those traits like courage, bravery, patience and stuff like that. You can't be considered any of those things unless something — usually bad — were to present itself to you. Handling it well, heroically, or above average is what allows you to be someone who holds that trait, but you have to do it again, and again, and again. As the sun, it's like part of the job and I'm weak in such a criteria, yet I can't get fired.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Seven: Trypanophobia & Algophobia
"Well someone sure made a name for himself back there," Shyrene snapped, snarky and with the most overt attitude. Her arms were crossed, and her foot tapped on the floor in a choppy way, that was unsatisfying to listen to. Her anger didn't have any pattern or organized flow, and she wanted it that way. She wasn't here to be the professional orchestra. She's here because she's mad, and though she didn't call anyone out or stare at anyone, we knew who it was directed to, because we knew how she is. She liked to take care of herself.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Seven Continued: Trypanophobia & Algophobia
"You awake?" Camdyn whispered poking at my shoulder, but it was loud enough to make my ears ring, he just as well of yelled. I can't say that I blame him for that though, because he looked like he was suffering the same, or probably worse, if I have to admit. It's the aftermath or some kind of symptoms that come with the injection. It must be. Again, I have all the reason to fear those cruel things.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Game Over: Prison Cells
"Hi, Saturn Marie Matalines, isn't it? How are you feeling? Can you see my face alright?" A nurse hovered over my body to examine the bandages around my head. It felt real again, and in the pit of my stomach I knew I was back home to the planet I was born on, but at the same time, it was a lot to accept. I've been up in my own head for a decent amount of time that it's caught up with me, but important thing was I'm here, alive, and sane. I should be happy about that. In pain with the medications dying off, but happy.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Game Credentials: The Queens Word
"Isn't Joey in a deeper layer of dreaming? Do you think he's in mine or in yours?" I asked Ethan, the moment the door shut. The rest the family had left to get something from the cafeteria, seemingly purposely, like they wanted us to talk. Well, like Mom wanted us to talk, and had forced the rest of the boys out on her own with whatever nonsense excuses she could think of. She must've known something was on my mind.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Twelve: Autophobia
"Because I'm a prick," Blake stared me down directly in the eye when he exaggerated the beginning of his sentence purposely, to rub it in my face that he had extremely good hearing when I talked, if he wanted to. Talk about selective. He laughed it off, each of us aware that when I'd said that it wasn't serious. "I wasn't gonna tell you that I was impressed, but I have to say — automatic acceleration? For a level like that? Deeply impressive. It didn't even get to finish and that's like shutting someone up before they got a shot at their comeback. Best feeling ever."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
