luckboy_

My apologies for not having updated A Fresh Cup of Hell in so very long, I’m currently working on redrafting everything I have written so far, and it’s a dreadfully lengthy process.

“Down the hall they gently frolicked, for Lee’s artlessly ordinary abode lay at the insubstantial boundary of the corridor. Something to this felt grotesquely humorous, as it was downright ludicrous for a ghost to frolic along the creaking floorboards of a smoldering corridor. What was ever more so distraughtly cynical: the jovial hearkening of Sweet Caroline.”

Pls I love your bio T^T

“In the frigid winter weather, and in the harshness of Lee Clifton’s stirred despair, a warm feeling of newfound hope blossomed, unwiltered, unlike the petals of the gentle woman’s wildflower bouquet.”
          best sentence i’ve ever written
          makes me shed a few tears, actually

there appears to be a fork in the road

woowwwwweeeeeee

Woooo, nearly 11 pm at night, and I have school tomorrow, but I will write, for I must

About to start typing up the 7th chapter, with a freshly-brewed cup of coffee in hand