Everyone knows the rules of growing up. Once you're eighteen things become clearer, childhood problems melt away, and you're ready to go out and conquer the world. You're now an adult. You can look your parents in the eye as equals. Officially, you're on your own, and now you'll only look back fondly at what you once were, an immature child still learning about life. Or so you'd think. Jake is a young adult who grew up with the support of his family, especially his mother, Elaine. Though he experienced some rough patches as a child and fitting in was a constant challenge, she's been there for him. But it's time for Jake to "grow up" and for him, that means no longer needing his family. It turns out that life without them is a far greater struggle than he ever imagined. Living independently is hard, but admitting it is even harder. Join this true story of conflict and heart-pounding moments, as both mother and son explore the concept of parenting as a lifelong commitment.

this is the story of a girl named raine, who would fall for the silliest of things ☂ ☂ highest ranking: #eighty one in short story lowercase intended

**Wattpad featured story** WINNER of The Galaxy Awards (1st position in General Fiction) WINNER of The Freedom Awards (1st position in Adventure) #48 in Adventure (25/Nov/2017) "Down by the river by the boats Where everybody goes to be alone Where you won't see any rising sun Down to the river we will run When by the water we drink to the dregs Look at the stones on the river bed I can tell from your eyes You've never been by the riverside Down by the water the riverbed Somebody calls you somebody says Swim with the current and float away Down by the river everyday When that old river runs pass your eyes To wash off the dirt on the riverside Go to the water so very near The river will be your eyes and ears I walk to the borders on my own To fall in the water just like a stone Chilled to the marrow in them bones Why do I go here all alone" - Agnes Obel Heavily inspired by the song. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: She never broke into big smiles, cried, laughed or gave out any expression - but I wouldn't say that she was expressionless either - just that she was way too mysterious. And I liked that about her. She smiled; a short little lift of her lips. She stared; a wide pair of eyes looking straight into my soul. She tried to figure me out; a small crease along her forehead. She became sad; a tiny bit of teardrop trying to sneak its way out of her eyes. She became angry; a frown, almost invisible, constantly there. How can you not be obsessed with her? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Main Genre: Psychological Thriller Sub-Genre: Adventure

I don't know who I'm writing to; there's no one in particular. I've just chosen to finally let go of all that was, but will no longer be, left unsaid owning up to the fact that if I hold on any longer the trace of all whom purposely left, pouring the damn alcohol into my lungs, making my heart sting with every beat that it took, will just track me down in my nightmares and haunt me when I'm most vulnerable to the pain. I guess you could say that it's time to say goodbye. **These are just short letters that I decided to write. Yes everything in them actually happened, but I'm not looking for attention or sympathy. Just nice feedback and interested readers.**

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry