The Sanctuary of Letters is a collection of letters that I (Melody Pond) have written to authors. That's basically it. :)

Emmy Graham is a young, successful therapist who helps people to get better mentally. One day, she gets offered the job of a lifetime, but it involves working with one of Americas most famous criminals. Serial killer, to be exact.

UNDER MAJOR EDITING Rusty Grimes: Rick and Lori Grimes' daughter who has an open heart and desperately will do anything for her restricted love with Daryl Dixon. Which sometimes means breaking the rules. If she sets her mind to something, anything can happen. So what happens when Rusty falls for a man barely a few years younger than her own father? And that Rick doesn't particularly like Rusty and Daryl's relationship? Is this the best mistake, or the worst she has ever made? Once a problem is solved, there always seems to be a new one that sometimes hurts her and Daryl's relationship. With new challenges and sacrifices Rusty makes through the shitty apocalypse, she learns one thing; love is heaven, but it can hurt like hell. Love has no limits...or does it? /// I own nothing off of The Walking Dead! Hope you enjoy!

Fact #1: Everything is always easier said than done. Fact #2: Karma's a bitch. Fact #3: I need to get my acts together if I really want to survive. Jemma Lassiter: nerd to the bone. The good girl, the invisible. But when for no apparent reason Jemma flips on the first day of school, she gets noticed. And not just by her school mates. Her sudden acts of rebellion were noticed by something that should never ever notice you. Therefore, she gets sent 'There'. Zachary, Isabelle, and Ian just happened to be at the wrong place...but at the right time. Or were they? Looks like the brain, the brawn, the charm, and the mystery are out for an adventure that means to change everything. Will the forces of nature overpower them...or will they be each other's doom?

Blair was the perfect normal girl going to collage. With her perfect boyfriend. Living her perfect life. Everything was going as planned, until she met the mysterious Winchesters. The more time she spends with them, the more secrets become revealed, in which she knows she will never be able to forget and that will scar and haunt her forever. Unexpectedly, she begins to fall for a certain Winchester. Tall, enchanting eyes, that hold secrets, kind enough to fool anyone, and a bonus, incredibly hot. Sam Winchester. Can Blair start to develop a secret relationship with Sam, while dark secrets unravel, with a changed boyfriend, and losing her whole life at stake? Blair really did love her life. What she didn't know was it was all complete lies.

Life is never what it seems. I've learned that long time ago. I am a hunter. I have been one since I was little. I have learned to fight, lie, cheat, steal, and act like a federal agent just to save people's sorry asses. And through that rocky road of life, I have set up rules to make my life easier. But I don't need them anymore since I'm not a hunter now. Right? As life drags me back to hunt again with the Winchesters, all of my rules slowly break. But I accidentally break the one that must never be broken. My name is Emily Richards. These are the rules of my life... I don't (sadly) own anything off of Supernatural!!

I will never forget the day I met Daryl Dixon. /// I reached my hand out for him. "I'm Underwood, Holly Underwood." He does nothing. I pursed my lips in frustration. This kid is difficult. Finally, he slowly takes my hand in his, and does a slow shake. He mumbled something, still not making eye contact. "What?" "Daryl." "You don' have a last name?" "Dixon. Daryl Dixon." I smiled. (Pre-Apocalypse love story)

Sometimes, I hate my life. Wouldn't it be better for everyone if I just got the courage to slit my wrists, put the gun of a barrel in my mouth and pull the trigger, or fasten a noose around my neck? These were my thoughts before half of the people in my life were murdered and before I met the best person in my entire life. Now I fight monsters with a group of people who basically kidnapped me off of the street. I get to stare into the most beautiful and majestic eyes as I fall asleep. I get to kiss angelic lips... literally. This is me, Melody Pond, as I live through hardships, sex, and most importantly, living with an angel. My angel. (Supernatural fan-fic)