*If Neil hadn't died in DEAD POETS SOCIETY...* Todd Anderson and Neil Perry were roommates for two years at Welton Academy. Todd thought Neil shone brighter than the sun and Neil thought Todd saw him for who he really was... both of them too afraid to let the other one truly know how he felt. On the night of their graduation and final Dead Poets Society meeting, Neil kisses Todd. And Todd runs away. A year passes and Todd receives a call from Charlie Dalton that he's coming to visit him at Columbia. But Nuwanda is not who gets off the train - it's Neil. AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE is the story of how Neil and Todd find their way back to each other and the extraordinary life they live together. ---- 6/29/22 - *latest chapter published*

A spoiled maidens life is threatened because she's too peng, so a bodyguard is hired to protect her.

My Poetic Creations 73-21 #3601-3650

My Poetic Creations 56-07 #2801-2850

Got anxiety about being stalked, same. Ever since her brother moved away and her parents got divorced, Madelyn Mathias has always wondered why she could never stay out before Dark came. That was until she'd had enough and gone against the rules. That had been a big mistake. A really big mistake.

Unemployed and desperate for money, I turned to the Deep Web looking for work. Instead, I found this. ---- TNT Horror Contest Grand Prize Winner, to be adapted for television! Wattpad Featured Story #20 in horror 3/2/17

As of 8/11/21 #3 in #buchanan Book 1 in 'The Winding Path' series. Melissa lives during the 40s, has a wonderful life, and thinks that it couldn't get more perfect. Until she meets Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. They become fast friends, but Melissa begins to feel something more for Bucky. She starts to fall for him, and to her surprise, Bucky asks her out. They soon find themselves in a whirlwind romance. But the war becomes a world war, will their newfound love last with heartbreak the crouches at their door? # 549 heartache # 29 buckybarnesxoc # 2 buchanan # 56 buckyxoc # 246 jamesbarnes # 615 fanficromance # 642 jamesbuchananbarnes # 374 marvelfanfiction

This is my entry for Maybelline's #BraveTogether mental health awareness month. This is my story of struggling with depression, combating my ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), and struggles with suicidal, and harmful thoughts. This is actually my first time coming out about my recovery. It just always seemed like something to keep a secret. It was embarrassing. To be honest, to society, depression and suicidal thoughts or actions aren't normal, and the people who are having them should be avoided. We need to listen to others, to others who are saying things that don't seem normal. You never know if that person is joking around or is actually serious. No matter what, if someone is talking about suicidal things, you need to immediately talk to someone. I am Grace Flint and I will listen.

As of 10/20/21 #22 in #buchanan Melissa lost the love her life, Bucky, and lost his best friend, the one person who knew Bucky as well as she did. Decades pass and time mellows the pain, but when she finds out that Steve is alive, time jumps backwards and old wounds are uncovered. What is the next step for her? As of 10/20/21 # 104 #jamesbarnes # 94 #captainamericathewintersoldier # 180 #avengersassemble # 311 #jamesbuchananbarnes # 704 #marvelcinematicuniverse # 834 #avengersfanfiction # 919 #marvelfanfic # 39 #avengersxoc # 163 #buckyxoc # 59 #steverogersxoc # 135 #buckybarnesxoc

Prompt: Death has records of everyone's existence. Except - according to Death - your records don't exist. _______________________________ PREVIEW You stumble forth into blackness. Past the threshold, there is nothing solid beneath your feet. You plummet into the oblivion below, clutching wildly at the emptiness around you. There is no sensation but the terror of freefall in the pit of your stomach and the freezing rush of air against your skin. Impenetrable darkness presses on your eyes. You fear that it will swallow you. You take solace in the fact that there is still air to breathe, even though every gasp seems to turn your lungs to ice. Distantly, you recall that hell is supposed to be firey and painful. In your desperation, you accept this comfort that you must be headed elsewhere. Without warning, your feet connect with something solid, and the impact shudders through your bones, leaving an agonizing ache in your knees as you collapse in a heap. You roll over, eyes meeting the sky. It's hazy and more grey than blue, but its wispy clouds provide the same relief as spotting a familiar face in a crowd of strangers. Death leans over you, obstructing your view. His empty sockets pull your thoughts back to the abyss, shattering all comfort. "Come on, I haven't got all day."