AlyssaMcfrownyface

your pfp made me laugh out loud

Damn, it's been awhile.
          It's been over two years since I came to Wattpad, and I can't even begin to realize how much I've grown. As a writer, as a person, in height... (seriously, I'm 5'8 now and I was like 5'3 when I came to Wattpad.) I would like to thank you all, though few, for helping me along the way. (tops to you, tuftleap. I can't remember your original name anymore, but you were an ABSOLUTE inspiration for me, and kind of still are) But after a year of going dead silent, hinting at stories, not fulfilling those promises, I can finally say that I'm actually going to write my own story in my own fantasy world. That is, on a new account. I've already got a chapter written, and working on the second, and have people to encourage and support me to not give up on this one. If anyone wants a preview, though I doubt it, ill post one here. If you want to wait for the account to upload, here's its name: Charlie_Emerson.  A ghost name for me and a friend. 
          But I'm not just here to promote a new story, I'm here to say that there is a BIG chance I won't be posting here at all anymore, for reasons that have been going on in my life. 
          For instance, that papaw guy I used to post about? died a slow, hopefully not painful death in November. Dementia finally got him. My mother? not even gonna get into that.
          But I'm also not here to trauma dump, I'm not gonna burden anyone who might read this with my life's problems. Everyone's got some shit going on.  
          While this is a goodbye, it's also a thank you, too. Thank you for reading my stupid stories. Thank you for putting up with my cringey XDs and UwUs. Thank you all for everything. 
          (Also, just wanna put a mini rant about how I didn't get a narrative on any of my finals this year. Just why? Passed them with flying colors tho. 810/850 on that english B)).

Quick question, does anyone want a preview to when angels fall? It would be the prolouge and a bit of chapter one, btw.

funny story, I've been working on some stories. here's one: Viola Rust, Angel of death, has been cast down from the heavens for a crime she is yet to find out. she wakes up in present day Dallas Texas with a 13 yr old girl named Jamie as her guide. she has to prove to the other angels that she was not the villian, by of course starting with finding out who the fuck did this to her.
          (WHEN ANGELS FALL)

HEEEEYYY

SOMETHING ELSE JUST HAPPENED WITH MY PAPA- I CANT-
          I HAD JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL AND HE USED TO BE A PRO BOXER SO HE LIKES TO PRETEND FIGHT US- AND- HE CAME INTO MY ROOM AND STOOD IN THE DOORWAY AND DID HIS THING- 
          
          AND HE HIT THE FUCKING WALL AND SAID OW!
          
          SO IM SITTING THERE ON THE GROUND HALF LAUGHING AND HALF CRYING- 
          
          AND THEN HE GOES-
          
          MAN I DID THIS, OW!
          
          THEN HE FUCKING DID IT AGAIN ACCIDENTALLY I DEAAAAAAD!

LMAOOOOO
          LIKE 
          MY PAPA TRIED TO ANSWER MY GRANDMAS PHONE (he can only work a flip phone) AND HE SAID 
          how do you answer it?
          AND HE- GABE- MY BROTHER TOLD HIM-
          "Hit the red button"
          IM FUCKING DEAD XD

I dont think I said this but I gots a new phone like a month ago I no longer have dead pixèľ§ life's good

I'm seeing a pattern here.
          
          Every ark after the death of Tigerstar, we've had one oh his clones as a main in every ark since. 
          
          Disagree with me? Second ark, Bramblebitch.
          Third ark, da tree (Lionblaze even though he not ACTUALLY part of it)
          Fourth, Tigerheartstar
          Fifth, Alderheart
          Sixth. Shadowsight.
          
          IM SENSING A PATTERN 

After 87 days. My home is fixed. 
          
          Easter, 2020, a tornado came and ruined everything I knew. The house had trees knocked on it, the roof was caving in, and all I can remember is the frightful screams of my grandmother begging my Papa to get out of bed. Sunday, April 12th, 9:30 am, my life was ruined. 87 days later of staying in a hotel, I am home.
          
          I am here, writing this, with my cat and bookshelf, home. 
          
          And I might have ptsd but who cares
          
          But those were the worst 87 days of my life.