The Art of Losing Touch
When Cal wakes up in a psychiatric ward after a suicide attempt, his life appears to he over in every way but literally. His youngest brother hates him now, and everyone else in his family keeps him at emotional arms’ length, afraid he’ll explode.
After he’s finally released, he has to work on putting his life back together, but with the rumors at school and the cruelty of new and numbered bullies, his parents pull him out and sign him up for internet classes.
At first his medication makes it impossible to function, but as his doctor adjusts them, things start to seem like they’ll get better.
Then Cal meets Craig, and everything goes upside down. But this time, in the best possible way.
Period Drama/YA. Gen with gay male lead.
Ao3 || Wattpad
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*bursts through the wall* I HEARD YOU WERE TAKING LU MOTH SUGGESTIONS LAST MONTH ARE YOU STILL TAKING THEM
ahem. if perchance, you are still open to suggestions, may i offer this idea: the boys trying to teach Moth how to fight (maybe Moth doesn't get it and is all "but dodging is right there???") and/or make weapons
Sword time
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Ten First Lines
tagged by a bunch of people, now, to share the first line from the most recent ten things I’ve written! I’m just going to do my three current wips and then go backward on ao3 lol
two of them have the first two lines because the first line is so short
cw: suicide attempt mention
The Black & Blues: It’s 1997. Green Day just released Nimrod, and it’s awesome, and it makes you want to see them live even more now.
The Most Beautiful Puzzle: This is getting absolutely ridiculous.
The Princess and The Pirate: Many years past, in Selan, the Land of Gold and Clockwork, there lived a King and a Queen who, more than anything, wanted a child of their own.
In the Lion’s Teeth: It's been three years since you've arrived in the United States.
Until Our Hearts Go Numb: The door is in splinters, almost broken, the bang of a shoulder or a boot or the butt of a gun against the wood like the smashing of your heart against your ribcage.
And All the Devils Are Here: Ahren Beckmann was dead.
And Never the Twain Shall Meet: The cat is looking at you.
In the Basement, In the Sky: So, Jen, or Atreyu, or whatever name you’re going by today. Here you are on the kitchen floor again, face pressed to the cold tile and hair falling every which way.
Walking Out of Stride: Jackalope Hills, Arizona, was a tiny hole of a town a few miles south of the middle of nowhere and a couple blocks east of who the hell cares.
The Art of Losing Touch: “Why did you want to kill yourself, Calum?”
tagging @kaiusvnoir @winterandwords @riftversus to share the first ten (or however many you have or want) lines of your most recent ten things! Poetry, fanfic, short stories, it all counts!
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