danxphilforever

When the Doctor takes your hand, you know what you have to do? Run. Just run, and don't look back. The only reason the Doctor would ever grab your hand is to get you to safety. I learned this the hard way. My name is Corina Louella Morison, and this was how I met the Doctor. Now, we all know that the Doctor has many different forms. The newest versions of him are Nine, Ten, and Eleven. I met the Ninth Doctor a bit after he met Rose Tyler - a regular human who lived an incredibly boring mundane life before the Doctor showed up. Though, a mundane life was what she wanted, and she didn't want to leave... Nicky, was his name? Or was it Rickey? M

Izaya's Point of View "Look, just because I suffered a bit of a... dilemma last month," I started with clenched teeth, "it doesn't mean that I am not able to do my job properly." My mood in the past few weeks have gone from extremely depressed to extremely pissed. I lost my one and only chance with Shizuo by saying that his stupid, slut of an ex girlfriend was an attention whore, and now Shiki's practically telling me that I suck at my job right now! Not to mention, the medication and constant visits to the doctors office have started to become a huge pain in the neck. Shiki, my boss who is part of the yakuza, only put his hand on the side

Shizuo's Point of View Honest to God, I can say that I spent the first few days away from work; I couldn't sleep, I refused to get out of bed, and I couldn't stop crying. Me, of all people, had cried because the flea had shot himself right before my eyes. My mind was scarred... I couldn't get that image out of my mind. It haunted me constantly... Even after a few days, every time I would shut my eyes, the image of him laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. And it was all my fault. It's been a week since the flea had shot himself. He had survived, and he was awake. Everyone was shocked; apparently, the bullet had stopped digging i

I had always wondered what made him hate me. What did I do to him? I didn't even say two words to the guy at first; I only spoke to him after he said that I pissed him off. What was it about me that pissed him off, though? Was it the fact that I didn't wear the standard school uniform? Was it my taunting smirk? Or, maybe it was my eyes. If you were to ask anyone at our old high school, they would all agree that my eyes were frightening; they were crimson red, after all. (The only one who didn't hate them was Shinra; he was simply /infatuated/ with them.) Maybe he just had an instinct... Shizuo probably knew that I was bad news from the beginn

I don't want to be a face Or a person you simply see. I wanna be a cartoon; A man of make believe. The comments won't stop, No matter how hard I try. Who am I…? My name is Cry. I am the one, Who is told not to worry. But I can't hold myself up, I am sorry. Chaoticmonki is my name. Playing games is my, well, game. Don't tell me to show my face. Because it's your time to waste. I don't want to be a face Or a person you simply see. I wanna be a cartoon; A man of make believe.

Try as you may, I cannot calm down. You've stollen my heart, And now I will not make a sound. Days pass by, And you haven't left my mind. "Where are you, my sweet Scarlet?" I asked As my throat started to swell up. And then, I saw you, Your guitar in your hand. Your red eyes stood out, So I knew it was you... WIthout a doubt. Can we seeal our past, present, and future with a kiss? Like the only kiss we shared? When tears streamed form you eyes, And my heart was stopped. Let us finish everything we have been through, With that one beautiful kiss.

The blood matches the color of our hearts.. The wounds represent how hard we fought.. Ever since we had to part.. I remembered exactly what you taught.. Every illusion dancing on the walls reminded me of you.. And the stars of the dying sky told me about it too.. And I actually can admit, when we did get into this game.. It.. Wasn't so bad... Despite all the monsters to tame.. And forcing ourselves not to go mad.. As long as you're with me, everything is alright.. Now you're tying my wrists to a chair, And a weak smile is on your face. And I know that, to my despair, I know you'll be gone without a trace. "Scarlet... What are you doing?!"

"Hey, Dan? Do you wanna help me make a video tomorrow after school?" Phil Lester asked his best friend as they walked to their last lesson of the day. Dan looked down at the black haired boy, blinking slightly. "I... Yeah! I'd love to!" Dan replied back with a grin, "What's it gonna be about?" He asked Phil as he tilted his head slightly. Phil mimicked Dan's actions by biting on his lip slightly, "I asked my Philion's to ask me and a mystery guest some questions. Your YouTube name is 'danisnotonfire', right? I was thinking it would be called 'Phil is not on fire'," Phil explained with a slight nod of his head. Dan grinned even brighter than

As the weeks went on, Phil had decided that he thought Dan was being abused at home. Every single day he would go to school with one or two more bruises than the previous day. The black haired male would be lying if he said he was not concerned for his friend. It seemed as if Dan did not care anymore about the bruises; he had stopped wearing make up to hide them. Phil was not certain that it was abuse, but what else was he supposed to think? 'It's not like he falls down the stairs on a daily basis,' Phil thought to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes filled with worry, 'No one can be that clumsy.' With a sigh, Phil looke

 'Rumors start about everyone.' Phil thought to himself as he saw the new boy in his college French class walk in shyly and take his seat that was near the front of the room. 'That kid's dad probably beats him every day and night.' He came to this conclusion as he took a closer look at the boy. There were black and blue marks on his neck and the upper part of his chest, and it was obvious to Phil that the bot tried to use make up to hide them. The boy had brunette hair, but Phil really wasn't able to make out any facial details about him. He was too far away. With a sigh, Phil ran his fingers through his black hair. Rumors had spread about