Shyne Kamahalan
Bio
writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
Stories (222/0)
16 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
I've seen this man's colored-clothing schedule three times through at minimum and for those 21 or so days, I didn't move from Jewee's office chair in his room unless I absolutely had to, like the stubborn person that I am. That folder he left the publishing agency with didn't concern me in the least, until I saw that he locked it away in a cabinet behind his desk, and that he keeps the key on him at all times. Once I saw that, I couldn't stop my curiosity from running wild.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
15 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
Vulnerability is a funny thing. I thought -- I really thought I was coming to terms with it. I thought I was accepting that I was vulnerable like humans have to be, but when it came to this, I forgot all about it. It's a lot like grief, come to find out.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
14 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
"Jeez. How do you sleep like that?" Jewee gives me a look. We're outside the office of our agent after running up several flights of stairs, and I'm frantically combing through my hair in the reflection of the elevator sheen, trying to look a little more presentable. I fell asleep on the way over, using the shoulder seatbelt as a pillow, and now I had Mister Judge-y on my heels about it, with no intentions to let me off easy.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
12 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
Jewee cracked his knuckles. If he didn't know that it bothered me, he would know it now. There are a lot of things I heavily dislike that I can keep on the down-low, but this wasn't one of them, especially when we weren't talking for the last few hours.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
11 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
Really? Really? Really? His voice stuck inside my head, and my brain absorbed it like a sponge. "I don't know. Maybe," I replied to his shock casually, like I wasn't shocked myself, and in doing that, I took a look into his kitchen cabinets to find the same limited choices of food inside them. At that point, I'd probably bleed coffee if I were to be cut open and of course, a miracle didn't occur overnight. Even so, I had to make a miracle happen. That fell into my hands.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
10 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
"What happened to you?" Jewee yells out, a look of terror visibly on his face as he physically backs away from me. He was on the couch reading a magazine, which has now fallen to the floor. It's 12:06 on the dot, and he's drinking coffee like his schedule says he would be. His hair is still frizzy and disheveled and right there I see one of the things we do have in common -- neither of us are early risers. Looking at me in disgust like he did, as if I were a character in a horror movie is almost unfair.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
9 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
"You can't just go outside," Jewee repeated. He moved from his spot nearer to the staircase toward the door, back up against it so if I were to try to be petty and go for it anyway, I would have to go through him -- another layer of obstacles.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
8 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
"He's 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 Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
7 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
Both love and hate run on the feeling we have inside of us, that flows by so strong and powerful that our bones tremble. There's no intellect behind it, but what you do experience is palpitations, sleepless nights, goosebumps across your body that burn you more than chill you, and this tightness in your stomach when the person crosses your mind.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
6 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
"So, where are you staying? Should I take you somewhere before the night gets too dark on us?" Jewee stood up from his swing to look up at me from his whole height. In the night time, he was a lot more lenient with being seen together. "Did you make reservations somewhere?"
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction
5 of 50 Songs and Chapters Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
My parents looked at me like I was crazy, and I'd describe it as horror that painted itself all over their faces. It's as if they weren't looking at me, their daughter, but instead a merciless and cold-blooded killer that planned to make them next on a spree just beginning.
By Shyne Kamahalan2 years ago in Fiction