Dan and Phil are the best of friends, but they both have a secret, the same secret. The more they hold it in the bigger the secret gets, how long will it take until the secret unfolds and will the world ever agree? Story by me, do not copy without permission

cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

"Who's that?" I asked, my eyes glued to the blonde boy currently letting his eyes roam over the sweaty bodies of the girls out on the dance floor, the corners of his lips curling as his tongue darted out to run over them before sliding his shades over his eyes. "Who? Him?" She moved her chin into his direction and I nodded. "That's Niall Horan. The biggest heartbreaker on Campus...." She continued to talk but I zoned out. The light settings had switched to strobe, and his eyes were able to be seen with each burst of white even with the black lenses of his glasses. My mind filled with thoughts about him. The Heartbreaker...This party was probably just a setup so he could pick his next victim. The poor innocent girl he'd seduce and fool. Even if his attempts failed, she wouldn't be able to leave this house until she gave in to him. And if she did, that itself would be disastrous for her. Either way, the girl he'd choose would be fucked. No pun intended. "Chloe!" Candace hissed into my ear, gripping my arm. "Didn't you hear me?!" The alarm in her whispering was thick. "Chloe, you need to get out of here. He's staring at you. He's choosing you!" My eyes widened in alarm as they darted over to Niall, their attention on his right hand which was swaying dangerously close to his side before it made another movement. He lifted it slightly and it came down softly on his thigh. One pat.. Then again. Two pats. Oh, God. Three and its over for me. His hand slowly lifted once more-. Rated M for mature content and language. COPYRIGHT 2013- @FindingOswald

Something about the thought of going to collage scared me. Leaving home, living with a new roommate that I have never met before in my life,not being able to handle the school work, and of course the legendary party's. In high school I was the one to sit at home on Tumblr whenever there was a party. I hasn't much of a drinker and when I heard the word drugs I ran in the other direction. With all these thoughts in mind and the person I was it was a strange turn of events when I met that one frat boy who showed me a new way to view things.

Never in my life has my mom ever said something so horrible, so disgusting. Never in my sixteen years of living, have I heard something so awful and cruel. When Mom said those five words, I felt like my world was ending, and that my life was over. "You're going to high school." Now, I know what you're thinking. What's so bad about high school? Well, nothing if you're a normal, responsible human. But, that's just the thing. I'm not human. I'm a vampire. And, I've watched a hundred human movies to know that high school is horrible. My life has officially ended.

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

"It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings."