Skiyye

Title: Dark Side Author: Skiyye Pairing: Phan POV: First Person : Dan Rating: 13+ (Around that...don't shun me if you're offended by the language ladies xP) Summary: Bullying, self finding, intense stuff like that. Author's note: Hello everyone! Welcome back onto the feels ride! I know it's been a while, and I bet most people aren't going to see this, but let's go! To everyone who has absolutely no idea what this is, I don't blame you, as the original series finished in 2012. You can check out my gallery if you want to catch up. I feel like the story would make a whole lot of more sense if you did. (; Anyways, to the story! (This is just a li

All thoughts of the carefree, exciting gameplay of Sonic were crushed from my mind by the sudden course of events. There had been a flurry of activity; the teacher had begun trilling in a pitch I wouldn't have thought physically possible, Dan had been held back by some classmates (whos' identities slip my mind,) and his attacker comforted, praised for taking the high road and not fighting back. I, like eighteen other witnesses, watched in a guilty, frightened silence. A girl across the room met my blue eyes with her brown gaze, appearing to be trying to devise a plan, looking for back-up. She looked indignant, and to my own shame, I looked aw

Bewilderment entered Dan's eyes as I immediately noticed my mistake. This man was completely unstable, nothing I could say would bring him to his senses. Who knew how long he had been doing crack? Judging by his appearance, he had been lost in its ways for a long time. The tall brunette was disheveled, lost, and seemed broken. Pity entered my heart and I had to look away. Not saying a word, I turned heel and began to walk quickly in the opposite direction, blood pulsing in my ears. I then stopped, realising that I would never be able to live with myself if I left Dan Howell like this- I couldn't help but feel this was all my fault. It's not

"London, terminal B. Please stay seated until the train has come to a complete stop..." The robotic intonation of the female announcer's voice was lost in the angry grunts of local commuters pushing and shoving to get to the nearest exit. I held my head up high above the other passengers, eventually getting off in an awkward shuffling motion and into the night air. Shivering, I held my thin black jacket tightly around myself in effort to keep my body warm. It was a cold night- quite uncommon for London to get such chilly weather, especially so early in the fall. I let out a gasp of surprise in the sudden change of temperature, causing steam

F is for Football *** Time stood still. Everything passed in slow motion, in a complete silence. Suddenly, a wall of sound. The crowd erupted into a shrill, deafening blast of noise. Among the onlookers stood 22 year old Daniel Howell, screaming louder than anyone else as number 47, Lester, kicked the game winning goal straight past the distraught goalie, with only seconds left on the clock. Number 47 fist pumped the air as his team mates hoisted him up on their shoulders, fans roaring. Dan cheered, hands over his head, flailing. If he were to be a fanatic about anything, it would be football. Ever since he was a little boy he collected a

Title: Dark Side Author: Skiyye Pairing: Phan POV: First Person : Phil Rating: 13+ (Around that...don't shun me if you're offended by the language ladies xP) Summary: Bullying, self finding, intense stuff like that. Epilogue "Dan Howell." My heart surged with pride as the teen made his way across the stage, adorned in a simple black suit which had been quite a hassle to get him to wear. Today was the 25th of June, the end of the school year; graduation season. Two years had passed since Dan had been on death's doorstep, beaten by a group of aggressive high school bullies- Xavier Galloway and his mates.. and since then I myself had mov

E is for Euphoria *** The water was a sparkling sapphire, glittering in the midday sunlight. I stood on the main deck, basking my pale, upturned face in the warm coastal sun. My eyes were closed blissfully, absorbing every last detail of this exciting adventure. My name is Phil. I am a 20 year old from Manchester, England. And today is the greatest day of my life. The ship crashed through another mighty wave, sending a spray of salty water up around the rails, causing shrieks of excitement to rise from a group of high school students nearby. I gave a quiet chuckle, gripping onto the metal railing that lined the entire deck. I looked out o