"...That you are here-that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse." -Walt Whitman, 1891 The year is 1965. The private boarding academy of Welton has opened its doors to female students. With this change, a new student from across the country is brought to the school grounds. Charlotte Lewis is a junior from Louisiana. She is reserved, overly observant, and hiding from a past that she cannot come to terms with. It also happens that she will be the only student of mixed race attending Welton Academy. Her introduction to a rambunctious group of boys, and an odd English teacher will change her view of the world and its obstacles. But is she prepared for when the mistakes of her parent's past start to catch up to her? How can she love when her life is in danger? She'll find that even in the darkest times, whether it's far away in the distance where the sky meets the earth, or through an old windows pane, there is always a soft light. |Warning| This story contains mentions of racism, sexism, violence, sex, drug use, war, organized crime, death, strong language, and some good ol' poetry :) . Read at your own discretion. None of the characters from The Dead Poets Society are mine, but the other characters and the main plot of the story is, with some elements of the movie referenced throughout. :)) Meeks×OC Charlie×OC

i don't want to wake up on my own anymore Neil Perry x Todd Anderson

The year is 1959, and for its very first time, Welton Academy Boarding School is now accepting female students. Violet Ross is not only one of those girls, but the only girl in the graduating class. She feels as though she must face her fears entirely alone, until she comes across a quirky group of boys. Also known as The Dead Poets. Violet soon finds herself becoming rather close with one in particular... "I'm not entirely sure I even knew what constituted 'love,' until I had met him. Now the mere thought of him made me ache to be with him, to look at him, to touch him. I couldn't quite put my feelings into words. Even as I try, few seem to suffice. An entire sea of ink could not adequately describe my feelings towards him. It was almost as if all the stars in the sky were condensed into a single, twinkling one. The only words I felt could convey some of what I felt for him, easily fell from my lips. ' I love you, too.'"

𝕕𝕒𝕨𝕟 ⤷ 𝖣𝖤𝖠𝖣 𝖯𝖮𝖤𝖳𝖲 𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖳𝖸 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 + 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 : 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 , 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 - 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 :

she surpassed, she came out on top. knox.o