Shyne Kamahalan
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writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
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Soaked
I can't be more sure than this. A person like me doesn't belong in the clear and sunny skies. It doesn't suit me, even if I prayed for that to change. Even if I begged every morning and every night, and honestly I do, the facts are written in stone. I belong in what's cold and destructing. In the rain, there's a reflection of me.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Can't Lie
"What is the password to your laptop then anyway?" I asked without even a slight amount of shame as Carmine pulled out from his driveway. I never really understood it myself, to the extent they show it in the movies, but it's true, a man reversing his car brings so much sexual tension, being a woman in the passenger seat, and it's not that I wanted to shout that from the top of my lungs if he got just one look at my eyes this dandy Tuesday morning. Some things are better kept as secrets.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
The Magic in a Sharpened Pencil. Top Story - November 2021.
We can find inspiration in everything. Pain too. We can let everything get under our skin if we dawn on it for long enough, and the thought of it can make it appear that that’s more of a weakness than a strength, but the power and drive of inspiration makes up for every single piece of it that can make us feel two feet tall. The days we feel it’s strength will always weigh out even the heaviest of the weaknesses.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Humans
A Million Pieces to Follow
11/28/2017 Dear Self, One day you’re going to regret writing this down, you know that darn well, and for that I’m sorry in advance. I’m sorry that you’re going to crumble this stupid, probably coffee-stained piece of paper up and throw it out aimlessly in front of you only for it to be forgotten about for years and years and years and years. I’m sorry because on what should be a good day when you finally are able to start a new well-anticipated chapter in your life, you’re going to find it between the crease of the wall and your bookshelf, or maybe in the back of your closet and all of the bad, painful feelings are going to rise back to the surface. I’m sorry that I’m out to ruin you.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
She Does Vocal Lessons
There once was a girl who nobody knew. She was usually too broken to be looked at and considered with the term “beautiful”. She was too haunting and would send people flying away in an instant without even having to try. In fact, she wished she could stop that from being the way it was. She wished there was an off-switch, or that even one person out there could gather up the courage to approach her and make her feel welcome to earth, a gesture that would remind her she was born here like everybody else. She didn’t want to be outcasted anymore.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Love Isn't Science
Two things used to shoot away within my skull when I thought about love. First, that nobody, past or present, knew what it was and second that I wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, every theory needs to be proven and everything proven needs to have evidence to back it up, and in my eyes I had that. I had all the possible evidence you would need, so I had rightful reason to believe the way I did. I could explain it easily, and with such passion that you’d think I’d never stop once I got started. I was so firm in it, that as long as the earth would continue circling around the sun, I couldn’t and wouldn’t part ways with it.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
It'd Be Easier If I Didn't Love Her
"Love will turn you into a stranger if it goes wrong," my friend blurted out loudly, shocking me initially. The clock had struck midnight about three years back. and her cheeks were stained with tears. Even though I couldn't see her, I knew, and the darkness in her that drove to cover the sole light in the moon above us emerged out of her chest.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Pride
I Want You to Rest in Peace
To the man we used to call Hershey, I want you to rest in peace, but it's hard to comprehend. My mind used to be filled with upbeat melodies and beautiful song lyrics that painted sunflowers above my head and that would make me dance as if no one was watching. I was carefree, almost too much sometimes, that I was uncontrollable, but now I'm sad dark poetry, too delicate to believe that the loss of you would be one sad day, and rather convinced that I'd been enslaved to it for the rest of the time I have that for some reason you didn't.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Four Continued: Claustrophobia
"What would you do, hypothetically speaking?" Camdyn came out muffled, as he hid his mouth and nose behind the collar of his shirt, with intentions to close out the smell. Seeing it lead me to copy his tactic, but it didn't help much in my case. I didn't expect it to mask something that bad, but a girl can pray.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Five Paused: Chronomentrophobia
"You freaking cheeky savage. I didn't know you had that in you. You're cheating your way through the game now, huh?" Shyrene punched us both in the shoulder. For the events that I've seen her have to go through, she always seemed happy, and honestly, even compared to a person who had everything going well for them, she seemed that way. She's this cute ball of sunshine, and as ironic as it sounds coming from me, it makes sense. She's this cute serotonin hot-shot, that I'd do anything to be just like. I might be the sun, but it doesn't mean I'm happy. It means I keep plants alive or some lame shyet.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Five Skipped: Chronomentrophobia
"Yes, I'm in love with you, Shyrene Novah Rosen, and I've never been sorry for that a day in my life. It's become part of me, actually, over these years and I feel like I don't know who I am if that was any different," Blake was still embarrassed and had a hard time with communicating his feelings, but he was getting more courageous as he talked, probably reminding himself that the hardest part was already over with. However he goes on, Shyrene already knows the truth.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
