Holy shit.
I wrote this weird-ass story when I was 15, and there isn't a single thing I remember about it. I thought it was great, obviously, because I put it on the internet forever, but I don't really remember writing it at all. It just sort of happened, I guess, and that's what makes it great to revisit. It's not very good, or coherent, but I've grown so much since 2014 that this story is like a solid reminder of why I write: I wrote this story for me, and that's the purest reason to do so. If you've stumbled onto this and want to give my awful writing a try, be my guest. It's for you, too.
Trezel Horton
December 28th, 2018
P.S.: I always find myself coming back and touching up little bits and pieces of this over the years. I guess it's still growing, too.
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Casey McCloud Escapes from Hell
FantasyWhen Casey McCloud wakes up in Hell (yes, literal Hell) she, along with a flirtatious fly and dark haired boy, must escape through a shiny hole in the sky. Watch (or read, rather) as the heroic Casey McCloud takes on demons, hellhounds, dragons, swe...
