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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
The Mermaid Who Met A Patch of Blue
The Crying Mermaid Who Met a Patch of Blue No Blue= No Green This series is a collaboration of ten writers. It will cover many aspects of the plastic pollution ocean problem. Thanks to Courtney Capone whose passion for thriving oceans brought us all together. Keep your eye out for part two, where Paula Shablo, @PaulaShablo will share a story about the effect on whales. This story is a fictionalized account of a true story happening just as we speak. The names of people and programs have been changed. It is based on a very real problem that is plaguing our planet.
By Zel Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Nine
Chapter seventeen: The Dissent The old wreck center held up for a number of good reasons. Manzer and his group of friends have gotten into the building and are now making their way into the strange stranded place of a stone building. The inside is a re-created skate park, full of graffiti and tags and couches where the kids can skate, as well as hit the old pool at the center of the building. MAnzer thought this place would be totally different, filled with the ever so too often mattresses where crackheads and drug addicts have chased away where the kids like to hang out, but instead, is a world well maintained in its ability to to be a safe moment of solitude without disturbance of the outside methods of so many influences of having a place to correct the course of bad hour.
By Epitome Publishing4 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
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Ten
Chapter Nineteen: Hours and Nickels The two groups split up. Linda goes with Beatrice and the two other kids that walked in with her. Vinessa and others separate into another group out to collect food blankets and supplies, and the essentials that they know they need in order to get Manzer a chance at avoiding sister Therin for more than a couple days. As the group leaves, Sister Therin sits at the base of a tree, watching all of them as they are off into the town and out to help a new member of their group.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction
Level Six: Siderophobia
Must be nice, I thought to myself, as I sit back to look at the new couple. They had the type of love that anyone would strive to have. The kind that she didn't have to try to be sexy to get his attention, and the kind that speaks in both their words and their actions especially, to have a beautiful purity. Their resonance as they talked, sayings like "I could just kiss you right now," and their stacking "I love you"s had this naivety to it that made them lost in their own jungle.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Two: Nosocomephobia
"Thank you, Jehovah." Blake let out, as if he was holding his breath and he was desperate to finally bring his lungs some oxygen. His hand rubbed against his forehead to remove some supposed-sweat that I didn't see, and I wasn't sure yet if he was exaggerating or not. Little did I know that when his hand came back to his side, I would become fully aware. "I bet money your heart wouldn't be able to take an increase in beats per minute like that twice in a row. Your doctors are probably crying, but at least you ended the level on good terms. Who knows how worse it would get otherwise."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level One Redone: Catoptrophobia
"Level one," a scratchy voice said from somewhere above us. It spoke like it was on my side, in the sense that it was guiding me with important information, but the sound itself; it'd be a lie to say it didn't give me the creeps. It was as if we'd become boomerangs, shot back to the location the level had began, and as if it never happened.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Six Ongoing: Siderophobia
Why do I feel I have no control? The stars look down at me like they know they rule the world, and like they know there's nothing I can do about it. They belittle me from so high up, for being so tiny and contributing nothing to this world that would spin whether I was here or not, and my father gives me the same feeling.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Four: Claustrophobia
"Self-control." I reminded myself. It's been a constant concept in real life, to whatever layer of dreaming I find myself in, and I dislike it big time. It's one of those traits like courage, bravery, patience and stuff like that. You can't be considered any of those things unless something — usually bad — were to present itself to you. Handling it well, heroically, or above average is what allows you to be someone who holds that trait, but you have to do it again, and again, and again. As the sun, it's like part of the job and I'm weak in such a criteria, yet I can't get fired.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Seven: 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