Shyne Kamahalan
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writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
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The Truth Untold
"What are you doing?" I whispered under my breath, as Carmine's presence drifted from being right at my side to there being a growing gap between us. I thought we were simply making our way to the set after arrival, but as he scratched the soles of his shoes to the concrete at the side of the building entrance I found he had other plans. It's hard to say what those plans were, so I had to ask.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Starting Routines
"Why does you hair not dry in your sleep? That's sucky. Well, whatever. That means you listened to me yesterday and that makes me feel so powerful, girly! Let's do that obedience thing again okay? Good morning ho. Wake up. I don't have much time."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Give Me A Favor
Eventually you're afraid of people leaving. It's funny how you can get used to being alone but once someone sweeps into your life without thinking twice, no matter how stupid they are, you start to enjoy their company. Or maybe it's not even that you enjoy it, but that the idea of someone putting you aside just makes you gag, it's too revolting.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Long Gone
You can't long for something until it's gone, or until you see it slipping out of your grasp, and those words were suddenly the very definition of my life. It's too late to wish this was some sort of crush that fades over time, that years later has no meaning, and that is embarrassing to look back on.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
The Ugly of Purple and Red
His voice sent a shiver down my spine. It went dark without a touch to flicker the lights, and the purity, innocence, peace, or joy in the air was disappearing because of the spook of his sound; a form of him I've never seen, not because I didn't know him, but because it was unlike him.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
By Itself, It's Worthless
"You can stay up longer if you have something to say. Though, you'd be stupid to because I know you're busy legit every single day of the week." I laid down into the floor as he was, mumbling. By now, his head was basically up in the clouds he just as well be intoxicated because of how much his eyes wanted to close. I didn't see what reason he had to fight it, but even during exhaustion his aura was stronger than mine. "After all, I just follow you to the set. You're constantly working. It's easy for me-."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Run Away
I brushed my fingertips against the back of his hand, that were clutched into the soil behind him to keep his back upright. He wiggled his toes, with dirt in between, that was evidence of the journey we took to get here, and it's those two things that he focused on first, before he leaped into being vulnerable in front of me.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
When He Talks
"I'll be going." Connie stood up abruptly when Carmine barged through the door. He looked happy and proud so I felt safe to say he must've felt overall productive today, but the tiredness in his eyes made its own imprint that I could almost brush his happiness aside.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Split Apart
"Th-that's impossible! How could that be true?" I stammered. Carmine is the product of a 100 and a 55 rank? Nobody could've ever guessed he has anything below 100 in his blood. He's been the most breathtaking one to me for years and I'm not the only one who'd say so. He was carved by the Gods, who would themselves deem him their favorite masterpiece and best work of art ever made. Different might really be what everyone craves without realizing it.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Eavesdropping
I situated myself more comfortably on the top stair. Every little detail was being spoken above my head, and as much as it wasn't my business, it was luring like the trailer of a movie. Below me was a fright of past memories that were knives to my skin.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Useless Apology
Carmine wouldn't say anything. He withholds because he thinks if he spoke about it, it lessens the bravery and the courage that he had to hold on to, and that it lessens what it's worth. In his head, it moved him to do something useless if he mentioned it, because words are empty, but all that he would remember. That he did something to get someone's gratitude, and that was it, when that's not what he cared about. He knew it was much more than that.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
