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Integrity Funeral Home - In the Middle of the Covid-19 Pandemic
Crystal walked into the dark funeral homes back door, disarmed the alarm, and made her way towards the front, turning on lights as she went. flipping the switch for the showroom, she noticed a little old lady laying peacefully in a rose colored casket.
By Neferitiri4 years ago in Fiction
Level Seven Continued: Trypanophobia & Algophobia
"You awake?" Camdyn whispered poking at my shoulder, but it was loud enough to make my ears ring, he just as well of yelled. I can't say that I blame him for that though, because he looked like he was suffering the same, or probably worse, if I have to admit. It's the aftermath or some kind of symptoms that come with the injection. It must be. Again, I have all the reason to fear those cruel things.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Game Over: Prison Cells
"Hi, Saturn Marie Matalines, isn't it? How are you feeling? Can you see my face alright?" A nurse hovered over my body to examine the bandages around my head. It felt real again, and in the pit of my stomach I knew I was back home to the planet I was born on, but at the same time, it was a lot to accept. I've been up in my own head for a decent amount of time that it's caught up with me, but important thing was I'm here, alive, and sane. I should be happy about that. In pain with the medications dying off, but happy.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Game Credentials: The Queens Word
"Isn't Joey in a deeper layer of dreaming? Do you think he's in mine or in yours?" I asked Ethan, the moment the door shut. The rest the family had left to get something from the cafeteria, seemingly purposely, like they wanted us to talk. Well, like Mom wanted us to talk, and had forced the rest of the boys out on her own with whatever nonsense excuses she could think of. She must've known something was on my mind.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Twelve: Autophobia
"Because I'm a prick," Blake stared me down directly in the eye when he exaggerated the beginning of his sentence purposely, to rub it in my face that he had extremely good hearing when I talked, if he wanted to. Talk about selective. He laughed it off, each of us aware that when I'd said that it wasn't serious. "I wasn't gonna tell you that I was impressed, but I have to say — automatic acceleration? For a level like that? Deeply impressive. It didn't even get to finish and that's like shutting someone up before they got a shot at their comeback. Best feeling ever."
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Ten: Philophobia
"W-was I-I not just on fire?" I shouted distraught, lightly skimming my upper thigh for only a tad of the injuries. No mark was left behind, and as great as that was, I felt that I shouldn't know who or what to trust in this world inside my head. Everything I thought from a moment ago was appearing to be a hallucination, that gave me scars in every way except physical.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Seven Redone: 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
Error #261
"How could you have possibly known you can do that, Camdyn? How did you know that you can switch minds? Blake and I — we're strictly told not to let anyone know about that, because if it's abused, it can be bad." Said a woman's voice, meaning with the limited options, it'd have to be Shyrene's.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Level Eight: Hydrophobia
"We can't watch him mope around like that forever, Cams," I brought up. I was only willing to catch Blake out of the corner of my eye. It's not that I didn't want to be there for him, and support him for the loss that I felt empty for myself, when he's spent years with her, but I didn't know how to. I was afraid of making everything worse, and I doubted that he'd want to see us anyway.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
