Series
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
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
Diary of a Single Woman
11-26 Dear Diary, My past two entries (Entry 3 and Entry 2) have been focused on trying to get into a romantic relationship, today I think I need to shift gears and focus on something else (especially to get my mind off of depressing relationships). One of the perks of being single is the ability to pack up and fly away for the weekend whenever I want (pending financial funds). I don’t have to ask anyone where to go, or collaborate with a significant other on an itinerary. I am bold enough to fly to a different city on my own and create an adventure, or I can invite a few girlfriends for a girl’s trip to relax and unwind from the craziness of everyday life. During the Thanksgiving weekend I decided to just get away, alone.
By Iris Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 23
"Tex." I said under my breath. "Who the hell is Tex?" I turned my head, confused, only to see a shadow blended perfectly with the darkness. It looked as if they may have had blonde hair, but I could've been completely wrong. "Who are you?"
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
The Dream
Run. Don't look back. Don't dare look back. Heart pounding. Breath burning. Don't think, just run. The only sound I can hear is the pounding of my eardrums as my heart races. If I look back at all I might trip. If I don't, then how will I know if it follows?
By Kassondrah Widder4 years ago in Fiction
