This story originated from an old dream I had about a group of kids and a dark tunnel. It's something I've been slowly adding to since November 2021, something I've poured tiny pieces of myself into. The story, characters, and its events are completley fictional- but inspiration did come from a creek I've visited since I was a kid and from an inner desire to feel completley at home with a group of friends. it is a cultivation of late nights and lost thoughts, of words wrenched from both sorrow and happiness.
It was forged from my own recovery as well. I struggle with my mental health in a similar way that Orion does, and some of their past expiriences in getting help for that are based on my own. Writing their character helped me to process a lot of my own stuff, and made me feel like I wasn't recovering all by myself.
Please reach out for help if you're struggling. I know this has been said a thousand times but trust me- I never realized how much I was hurting until a year later when I realized how good being kind of genuinley okay for once felt. I'm so so proud of you and how far you've come. <3
This is the first 'book' that I've ever fully finished. In no way is it perfect- its edges are ragged and strewn with mistakes. But it still brings me so much joy. I have a box of old notebooks full of scribbled stories and drawings- scraps from a form of creation I've enjoyed scince I was a kid. And younger Kai would be so proud that I not only finished one of my stories but I also put it out there for people to read.
Thank you for being here and for reading the cultivation of my various (and hopefully not bad) ideas. Thank you for finding joy in these characters that I've come to know like extensions of myself. Thank you for each comment and suggestion. I truly appreciate it so so much.
- Kai.
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This Was A Bad Idea
Horor17 year old Orion has recently moved to a new town due to the harassment and transphobia they faced at their old one. They're a person stained with old memories that they'd like to forget. Thats why they're ecstatic when the local group of queer o...
