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 Ten: Philophobia
"W-was I-I not just on fire?" I shouted distraught, lightly skimming my upper thigh for only a tad of the injuries. No mark was left behind, and as great as that was, I felt that I shouldn't know who or what to trust in this world inside my head. Everything I thought from a moment ago was appearing to be a hallucination, that gave me scars in every way except physical.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Seven Redone: 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
Error #261
"How could you have possibly known you can do that, Camdyn? How did you know that you can switch minds? Blake and I — we're strictly told not to let anyone know about that, because if it's abused, it can be bad." Said a woman's voice, meaning with the limited options, it'd have to be Shyrene's.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Eight: Hydrophobia
"We can't watch him mope around like that forever, Cams," I brought up. I was only willing to catch Blake out of the corner of my eye. It's not that I didn't want to be there for him, and support him for the loss that I felt empty for myself, when he's spent years with her, but I didn't know how to. I was afraid of making everything worse, and I doubted that he'd want to see us anyway.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Eight Ongoing: Hydrophobia
"Have you decided which option to go with?" Mr. Anonymous spoke out. Our reactions amused him, and I could imagine him smirking mischievously as he looked down at us, even if I couldn't put a face to his voice. That evil, devilish touch to his lips — I just knew it had to be there.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
The Final Countdown
"Mars," His voice shouted out to me from a while back, but his footsteps were getting more paced, closing the large gap that was originally between us. He used the name he always called me when we were enemies when we met in high school, but a name that I started to like when I fell for him. That's not the case in the present. The name grew the same heat of anger inside from the older days, but more intense. I didn't want to listen, but I didn't have any options.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
The Jade Ring
"Where the heck is the staircase?" I muttered under my breath, but as I should've remembered, in the dream world, there's no such thing as volume, and thus no such thing as secrets. I had every intention for it to come out calm and as a small irritation that only I would know about, but it boomed loudly across the area, enough to shake it. The thunder at the start of the storm; the one that's the most shocking, that's exactly what this was.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Three Ongoing: Necrophobia
I cradled the abandoned kitten in my arms. In fear she trembled, but she enjoyed the warmth there that she wasn't getting anywhere else, making her decision controversial. I saw myself in her, when it came to living in my own home, in a land that's so foreign and so new. We're a lot more similar than she could ever realize, little did she know.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Three: Necrophobia
"I'm so happy it's not deep enough I'd need to give you stitches, but I'm so sorry, Ell," Blake lightly grazed my chin with the tip of his finger, forcing me to look upward, "like hella sorry," he said for emphasis, nearing in a bit closer. "Like super duper fricking sorry."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Hello Mirror
Hello Mirror. It’s been a while. I’ve been avoiding you again. Anything that could serve as you, whatsoever: the reflection in the windows of the businesses downtown, the ripples that would distort my face in the nearby lake if I gave it the chance, the aluminum while my sister excitedly bakes her favorite winter desserts, the spoon at dinner that I used to find funny when I appeared upside down, the cutest snow globes that are lined up perfectly in tourist shops I got dragged into -- I can go on.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
I Let My Classmates Copy My Homework and Assignments Almost Every Year I Can Remember
I'm as awkward as they come, and I embrace that. I don't like to pretend that I'm not because that's simply not true and not me, and that's okay. Of course, my social life did suffer in it's behalf, and I always had trouble fitting in and making friends. My classmates didn't tend to talk to me unless they needed something, that being, homework and assignment answers.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
