Shyne Kamahalan
Bio
writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
Stories (222/0)
Heart-Eyes, Supportive, Boomerang, Everything and Mildness
Mister Heart-Eyes, My girlfriend came to visit one day during your stay. Or more like she was forced to. You closeted yourself upstairs while she did, so I don't think you knew. For what the days events consisted of, I don't think it'd make sense if you did. You'll understand what I mean in a bit.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
Treasured, Mysterious, Over-Achiever, Protector and Twenty-Four Hours
Mister Treasured, I'm glad I wasn't there when it was confirmed by doctors that you couldn't be revived. You would think that that sounds cruel, and I do too, but based off of the stories I've heard of what went down then, I don't think I could've handled being there.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
Perfect, Beautiful, Popular, Romeo, Pretty Boy and Clumsy
Mister Perfect, You're officially gone as of today. I've seen all the evidence I need to believe that, and yet I still can't manage to accept it. Funny, isn't it? That sometimes the brain's desire and wishes try to make an illusion out of the truth.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
The Hardest Farewell
SUNDAY Seriously though, I genuinely think I would feel a lot better about bidding farewells if you came to realize just how incredible and spectacular you are. Of course, as the person who was lucky to call you mine, it was my job to make you feel beautiful both inside and out, but it was more than just a job or a duty to me. I didn't do that for relationship points or to get kudos from the people we walked by on the streets. That never mattered. Other people were never important when it came down to the two of us.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
Losing Orbit
THURSDAY When I lost loved ones in death, I didn't handle it very well. For a period of time that I can't count I didn't allow myself to feel anything. I powered through every single day like everything was the same old usual, which a human being isn't meant to bottle up. There were no tears from me. No struggles to breathe. No tightness in the chest. No dizziness. I didn't let anything in, and thus, I forced myself not to be overwhelmed.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2021
When I Picture My BelovedTop Story - November 2021
MONDAY I've been meaning to ask you this, by the way. It might sound rather silly and I can easily imagine you laughing if I said this to your face, but I'm not kidding around. What is it about you that made you strong enough to not only look at me, but willingly spend time around me? What gave you the electric charge to stare right into my eyes without batting your own? Why were you able to stand being aware of my existence?
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
What Makes Her Memorable
WEDNESDAY My mom used to tell me back when I was younger that there were only four things that we lived for. Four things that made us do more than have the will to simply survive, and four things that all the way down to the center of the core, give us purpose; romance, love, poetry and beauty.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
When The Past has a Callback
WEDNESDAY Remember that show we used to binge watch when our schedules happened to match up on rainy afternoons? For so long, when we formed an emotional bonds to a world that wasn't even real, we were twisted into the logic that nothing good comes after 2 a.m. We lived those words pretty seriously for a span, locked down in our homes on different pieces of land, and we worked hard to convince ourselves to act rationally because we weren't kids anymore.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
When The Magic in Promises Vanish
SUNDAY There are so many magical things about love --some that I didn't know about before I experienced it myself or would've expected for that matter, but I will definitely say that one of the most magical things about it is the firsts. Honestly, at one point I was thinking that we were at a point in our relationship that we barely haw anymore of those. We've done so much together in the times that we had that it almost seemed there was nothing more that we could do. We would repeat it over and over again, of course, happily, but I'm starting to rethink that mindset.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction
Fading Out
WEDNESDAY You've already had too much burden to live with. I was determined to help you. I meant well the entire ride, and for a while it worked out. Your one second of solitude in the morning before everything bad sunk in eventually became eight, and then thirty, a minute, an hour, until it would only slip in at unexpected times here and there.
By Shyne Kamahalan3 years ago in Fiction