Shyne Kamahalan
Bio
writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
Stories (222/0)
I Let My Classmates Copy My Homework and Assignments Almost Every Year I Can Remember
I'm as awkward as they come, and I embrace that. I don't like to pretend that I'm not because that's simply not true and not me, and that's okay. Of course, my social life did suffer in it's behalf, and I always had trouble fitting in and making friends. My classmates didn't tend to talk to me unless they needed something, that being, homework and assignment answers.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Confessions
500 Words or Less
I can love myself in 500 words. I love that I’m strong all by myself and that I don’t need anybody else to anchor me, to make me feel grounded. While the world bows down to the chaos of luscious hair, hourglass bodies, growing riches and standing taller than everybody else who walks by them, I smile at my reflection in the mirror even on the nights I look like what someone else might call a total mess of despair, a lost cause. I’m satisfied with my thin lips, my lack of abs, and my chipped fingernails, even more so because I know the journey it took to get here and I can recall how I used to see myself. I love that I’m not victim to trends that force our mindset into molds that don’t let us thrive, and that I praise my identity as the blessing that it is.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Humans
Tranquility Seems Like Deja Vu
Sometimes I dream for the world to end. I don't mean that in a bad way. I'm not staring up at my ceiling at night, wishing on stars that the population is suddenly wiped away. I don't pray for the earth as we know it, the land beneath our feet to vanish before our next step, leaving us each to scramble for something to keep us grounded.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Confessions
The Harm of Dishonesty
It's been a very restless couple of years. COVID-19 has changed life as we we always assumed it would be, and by the looks of it, it's been doing whatever it can to stick around for as long as it can. I've never heard the word "quarantine" or "pandemic" as much as I have recently. I can almost laugh about the fact that there was a point that things like that actually sounded weird on my ears, but at the end, it's sincerely unfortunate that we've got wrapped up in this the way we have been, and tiny thoughts are drastic reminders.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Humans
What Happens When We Die?
People can’t comprehend death. How could we, if you think about it, when every single day we work on living, surviving, breathing and being? We’ve woken up from every single nap. We recover from the jump scares our friends pull on us to laugh at our reactions, and we’ll learn things tomorrow that we didn’t know today. They’re all pieces of our existence, all keys to life, and we couldn’t possibly understand what it would be like if all of those things blew out like lips to a candle. It’s a mystery that nobody can explain. Apparently, we have to wait until we die to know.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
Where I Belong
“When you’re a mixed race, you get the best of both worlds,” they said. They said that and they meant it. I’m not going to waste a second trying to imply that that isn’t true, either. There’s so much beauty and difference that is so worth embracing, so much to be proud of, and it would be a mistake to let the building blocks to our identity slip through our fingers. The problem is every good thing comes with a catch, I’m sure everyone has learned that by now someway or another, and for this situation it’s that you get the worst of both worlds too.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Confessions
Not Even A Week In: Why I Love Vocal
I’ve been writing for a very long time. I can’t say that I’m the very best, but I can say that I have improved since I first started, and I’d like to think that counts toward something. I’d get points for that, if that’s how life worked. It is what motivates me onward, after all. It's a tactic often used to complete a bigger goal, isn’t it?
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Journal
I'm a Precious Stone: Rare, Beautiful and Durable
Being “real” isn’t something that happens overnight. It doesn’t click on a casual afternoon and stick with us for the rest of our lives without struggle. We have to put in real work and effort to keep it there, and we have to keep alert that it is not lost along the journey.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Humans
Growing Pains
Jael, “Growing up” is a loiterer. I’ve told you this, but I don’t expect you to know what I mean. You’re seven years old as of not even a week ago, and when I first heard these words from my own mother, I was almost triple your age. I might’ve thought that I understood what she was saying back then, but I didn’t. Not really.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
Tear-Catcher, Highlight, Sky-High, Dust, Cliffhanger, Highway and Ray of Sunshine
Mister Tear-Catcher, Your sister received the letter I wrote her today. She let me know through chat, and she was specific about it too."I just received your letter today at exactly 11:20 A.M. I finished reading it by 11:40 A.M," are her exact words, but that wasn't it. Not near.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
Snowstorm, Sparkling, Raindrops, Silver Light, Rose, Raven and Believer
Mister Snowstorm, The times I'm living in now, without you, have been the iciest cold I've ever known. My insides are frozen solid and there's nothing to crack the surface of it or a warmth to get things up and flowing again. Everything is stuck in place.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction