Amaura

Hii, are you still on Wattpad?

Just re published my ch book for my bestie and I to re read, ah the memories. ✨

When will you continue writing The Renevior?

I love the fact that your one book where It's Russia x America says that America has collapsed is set in 2027... which is in 3 years...I'm kinda scared...

Hey Amaura! Have you already left the ch fandom? If you did, I'm sad to see you go, because your stories are so good! :)

hello :D
          I wanted to see how your doing :)

The comic Is coming out may 31st, ik you have a life but I wanted u to know 

Down in New Orleans
          Where the blues was born
          It takes a cool cat to blow a horn
          On LaSalle and Rampart Street
          The combo's there with a mambo beat
          The Mardi Gras mambo, mambo, mambo
          Party Gras mambo, mambo, mambo
          Party Gras mambo, ooh
          Down in New Orleans
          Mardi Gras mambo, mambo, mambo
          Party Gras mambo, mambo, mambo
          Mardi Gras mambo, mambo, mambo
          Mardi Gras mambo, mambo, mambo

I have a three questions:
          1-Did you quit wattpad?
          2-Did you quit the Countryhumans fandom?
          3-Is The Renevior discontinued/cancelled?
          
          You don't have to answer any of them if it makes you uncomfortable

Hey y’all!
          So, I’ve been out for over a year and a half- :’)
          So, so sorry about that-
          I’m doing okay, mostly working on my art, on a game in the works, and other things in life.
          But, anyways, I came back here to get inspiration for my creative writing class, and was surprised with the amount of interaction with LoM and DoO have received. I can’t express to you guys how I’m feeling about that right now, but I’m gonna try.
          -
          I built a house for me to reside in. The walls echoed, the floor boards squeaked, and the ceiling leaked. Yet, it felt like home.
          Then you came along, and you brought in a piece of wood for my walls. Another followed with some new tiles for my floors. A bucket for the leak came after, then a sofa, a bed, a lamp, a curtain, and a vase. Soon, it was our home that we built on my foundation.  
          You moved in, and with you came more planks, several tiles, and enough doors to build an entirely new house for us to stay in. Though, it felt off this time.
          I no longer liked the foundation which I had built. I could see the warped strips of oak peak through the wallpaper. I could hear a slight creak every time 
          I took a step. I could feel the drips plop and soak into the top of my head. 
          The old feeling of comfort that I had felt vanished overnight, and no matter how extravagant the furniture or decorations were, they couldn’t bring me comfort. 
          So, I packed. I took my experience, my word choice, and my stamina. I packed it all up, because those were the only things I could bring with me.
          That was years ago now, and I still cling to that stuffed bag, as I watch you frolic with the others. I can’t ever join you, but I have a smile on my face. 
          We built those houses, and while they aren’t my home, they’re yours. 
          -
          Ahhh- sorry if that was too convoluted ;-;
          But, I feel like my work is still being appreciated to this day, and god it feels so scary, but also so fantastic.
          Thank you all so much!
          (I have a new instagram: @maura_macd14) 
          -Amaura