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Alive in Death

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Time 10m

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15 year old nobody Kris Maynard was like everyone else alive, until the day he died when walking  home from school.To be honest he thought he wouldn't even be noticed, but after seeing  the impact his death had he no longer wanted  to be dead. Along with friends he will over come  obstacles from that  of the deeps of hell, to reemerge from his death.All Rights Reserved

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My Life Being Dead by bellaholmes58

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

Possession by LostPeopleOfEarth158

My name is Dyllan. I'm going to tell you the story of my sophomore year. I made two friends named Andre and Robert. Andre and Robert would do risky things and I enjoyed catching their exploits on video, but one of these exploits ended up getting Andre killed. Don't worry, he was resuscitated successfully. That's when everything started to come unraveled.

The Fear of Oblivion (Wally Clark) by Cherrypop455

Katherine Verro had a terrible home life being abused by her father. So when she was at school she would mutely stay to herself often getting backlash from her fellow students. Until one day a teen boy took something too far and- bam she was deader then a door nail. When Katherine dies she comes face to face with the dead teens from many years past. At first Nina does the same thing as when she was alive which is push people away.... But they soon break down her walls taking her to Mr. Martin. Finding closure isn't easy especially with the fear of moving on.... #1 in school spirit (04/08/23) #1 in Rhonda (10/13/23) #3 in Charley (06/12/23) #12 in Wally (04/08/23) #1 in Wally Clark (04/08/23) #1 in school spirits (06/11/23)

The New Life in the Afterlife by 29NKOOKEDRAW

(first shtick here let's see) Death, ever wonder what it feels like? What it possibly could feel if you felt the concept of nothing around you with no say in the situation...? I did, once. Someone had it worse though.

School Spirits - Wally Clark/ OC by timekeeperstories

*1st news report* At six pm on Monday, there was a hit and run just outside the Split-River High-School. Josephine Finnes was killed by a hit and run, while crossing the street to get to her car, after her after school book club. Josephine was seventeen years old. The driver, Mark Kelso, is currently in hospital after he later crashed the car again, where police discovered he was drinking heavily. There have been some updates. It has been confirmed that the hit and run was done under the influence of alcohol, where driver Mark Kelso was travelling fifty, in a school zone. Josephine Finnes parents have been told and currently asking for privacy at this time. *Finale news report* In memory of the student, Josephine Finnes. Friends and family gather and lay flowers at the bus stop where she was found on Monday evening. Her parents and siblings were first to lay sunflowers, saying their daughter was 'a beam of light and their lives now darker without her'. The driver Mark Kelso, aged twenty-three was charged with manslaughter amongst others. We continue to send our condolences to the Finnes family at this time, more on this story as we get updates. based on the show School Spirits

a ghostly love - wally clark by luvencb

In which Lucia dies and falls in love with a cocky ghost of a football player, Wally Clark. started (3/12/24) ended (3/22/24)

in between, ʷᵃˡˡʸ ᶜˡᵃʳᵏ by -stainedglass

❝ 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. ❞ IN WHICH ! Blair Diaz was dead. And she'd been dead for nearly thirty years, and she had accepted the fact that she was dead and stuck in a school she wished she could leave. But Wally Clark hadn't accepted it. He wouldn't, not for her, he wanted to find out what happened to her. They knew the basics, she was murdered in a school shooting. But why? And why was she the only dead victim? And why was the classroom burnt to shreds after she was shot? But then Maddie Nears showed up with her own mystery, and Blair pushed herself to help Maddie so she could forget about her own trauma, and hope that Wally would let it go. But of course that wouldn't happen, they just didn't expect to fall in love during the process. Wally Clark x OC

THE SLOWEST BURN ~ wally clark x oc by midsummer_night22

Charley and I are crossing the basketball court to join today's meeting when the realization hits me: There aren't two open chairs for us. There's just one. Everyone looks up as we approach, including whoever is filling my usual seat. Holy shit. I turn to Charley wide-eyed. "I tried to tell you," he mutters under his breath. He then composes himself and smiles at our new member. "Kaitlyn, this is Wally. Sorry, he's not the most, uh, subtle guy, and it's a big event to meet someone new here." He's covering for me, because Charley damn well knows exactly what is going through my head, and it's not just surprise at seeing a new face. It's because it's HER. Kaitlyn Sands is here. Kaitlyn fucking Sands. The girl I've been trying so hard not to have a huge goddamn crush on. And she can finally see me.

Death's Scars by brandyanime

Death lingers and revolves in a natural form, a residual being who can see your dreams, nightmares and if it so wishes the common daydreams of mortals. Dreams spill into nightmares so easily that the shift can spur the unknown. What creates the bridge between thought and conciousness? Death is meaning and silence. The mortal path always leads to the same end. Overlapping and intermingling infinitely till life meets death. Though in some instances it's not as simple as that. What kind of life can one lead when death is around every corner? Glimpses into the past, present, and even the future are all tied to death. Can you outrun death even when it licks at your very heels? Who will it take next?

this side of paradise ミ wally clark by oxangejuice

"so if you're lonely, darling you're glowing if you're lonely, come be lonely with me." or michelle richards and wally clark never really had a chance, death won and now they have a chance to meet again in the afterlife. [ wally clark x fem!oc ] school spirits season one - two

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My Life Being Dead

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.