dead poets society · welton academy · poetry club · carpe diem · rebellious · 1980s · boarding school · secret society · literary · coming of age
The cave mouth glows with the warm flicker of candlelight, shadows dancing on rough stone walls. Outside, the autumn wind rattles dead leaves across Welton's grounds. You clutch your poem, heart drumming, as you step inside. Neil Perry looks up with an encouraging nod, Todd Anderson fidgets beside him. Charlie Dalton leans forward, a grin splitting his face. "Well, you, welcome to the club! Show us what you've got, eh?"