it all began with a cough.

just one small cough, emitted from the mouth of a child. my aunt fiona thought nothing of it, of course. it was winter, i was an infant, and it was perfectly reasonable for me to be coughing.

within a month, i was dead. the coughing had steadily worsened until one day my small body just couldn't handle it anymore, and my heart stopped. my aunt was devastated, and although i've since reassured her that it was not her fault, i think she still blames herself. even if it had been, i wouldn't have resented her. fiona is too sweet to be angry at, and besides, i think i've done pretty well for myself in the afterlife.

in my death, i've grown and matured far more than i possibly could've as one of the living. and just as i was beginning to mourn the absence of a parental figure, fiona showed up. now, she and i reside together once more, and i couldn't be happier.

i set down my pen. that should be convincing enough, right?

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the first chapter is still in progress, but i thought you deserved a lil update! i've written this much and thought it was pretty good! i'm not usually one for author's notes, but while we're at it, the joe kellogg chronicles. I KNOW i haven't been updating, but my mental health hasn't been that great lately, and everything i try to write for that just doesn't come out right. i'm not one for schedules, but i do like posting things that aren't just shitty updates once in a while. so! on that note! i will leave! thanks for reading xx