Shyne Kamahalan
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writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
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Once upon a time my biggest fear was being influenced by anyone at all. The saying about being yourself because there’s no one better to be, though true, must’ve sunk a little too far into my mind – maybe boiled pieces of it here and there while it was at it. Overnight, I randomly believed that I was one for myself, expected to take on a journey without anybody by my side in order to reach the dreams I aspired to live within in reality. For better or for worse, the influence of anybody was something I was better off avoiding if anything was going to work out for me.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Motivation
5. "will be here"
PRESENT DAY: THE INCIDENT "You alright?" I asked Nova the moment I saw her, slinging my bag over my seat before focusing my total attention on her. She didn't look away from Jayvee or Ryan, though I could tell by a slight jerk to her body she did acknowledge me being there. She didn't look sad, angry, or upset with them -- but she refused to focus on anything else. I guess whatever she felt was valid. Now that nearly everyone knew about their relationship, they didn't even try to hide it.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
4. "hard to deal with"
ONE YEAR AGO: AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER "Colby, I have a favor to ask," Ryan spoke on the end of the line. I wasn't even sure why I picked up -- I rarely ever did for anyone, but he also rarely ever called, and that fact alone may have been enough to move me to see what he needed. Surely, he wouldn't call without reason, and three seconds in, he let me know that without embarrassment or hesitation. He actually seemed a bit desperate, which was unlike him. For a group of college graduates that couldn't get the jobs we deserved, he had his life together.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
23. "puffed up with pride"
"Is something wrong, sir?" I twiddled my thumbs in the passenger seat of his police car, where he had led me to in the middle of night, the only source of light the one above our heads. The clashing at my tips didn't produce any amount of sound, but it felt like I could hear every time they clashed in the back of my head.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
22. "headstrong"
"I'm not understanding. Isn't love happy? Why she doesn't want to tell of it?" Jewee's question was the last thing logical that went down, which is sad because the only things that came out of us that made sense were questions that were answer-less.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
21. "betrayers"
Are the good memories you hold with someone when they go away a blessing or a curse? It sounds terrible to ask, I realize that. Heck, it sounds like it shouldn't even be a question that a human should fathom. A person should easily know that the goodness of the past when a person goes away is all they have left to remember that person, to hold them close, and without having to debate, without having to wonder, they acknowledge it as fact that it's a blessing. But if you think about it long and hard, is it really?
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
20. "without love of goodness"
"Jewee?" Jared called his name when we noticed him stir. We couldn't get him back into his room unless Jewee himself authorized us to get in from the inside, and in his unconscious state, he was unable to do anything like that, so we had to make things as comfortable as possible for him on the outside cement, with his head propped up against the wall.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
19. "fierce"
"Fine," Jayvee agreed, licking her lips. Her pupils trembled out of despair before the girl that had murder in her eyes, and they trembled out of the shattering of her heart that we couldn't see, but on the rest of her face, she looked at Nova as competition -- as someone she wanted to beat out, conquer, and come out a winner after playing by every rule.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
18. "without self control"
ewee reluctantly took a step out of his room, solely because he felt that he had to after the command. The message of our knocks and hollers came through evidently, but he didn't get comfortable. He was convinced he had no reason to. Eyes squinting at the sunlight, which was still new and bright for him, he scanned over every one of our faces, one by one, expecting someone to say something before he did, or to come up with some explanation as to why we would bother him.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
16. "not open to any agreement"
"Where's Jared?" I approached Nova when I saw her the next morning. I didn't feel like speaking with anyone because I had enough on my own plate, but when she was evidently going through worse than I was, it cancelled all of that out. Being there for her felt like something I needed to do, but more than that, something I wanted to do. It made me feel better if I was with her.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
