The Edge of a Knife

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High school dropout Dylan Sparre's a decent shot at the local range, even without prescription goggles to protect his eyes. It's not like he can run his mother's card on something so damning, after all. Better to be a shitty shot than to have your parents discover your new hobby, and Dylan isn't taking any risks. Skipping out on his antipsychotics is one thing—practicing your aim is another.

If only he could buy a gun. A crushing blow to his plans before they could even begin. It's no wonder his eyes land on a short redhead who visits the range more than he does, with a gun collector father in his life to match.

Robin Rocki is his name. He dresses in Dylan's old school's uniform until summer vacation begins, and that's when Dylan decides to make his move.

He didn't think it would be so easy. No, no. That's not right.

He just didn't anticipate where the difficulty would lie.    

The Edge of a Knife is a dark psychological thriller featuring an unlikely, provocative romance between a high school dropout with schizophrenia, and a closeted trans guy living with his deadbeat dad. 35k words, for adults only.  

“I used to love getting tossed around on thrill rides as a kid. The more banged up, the better. The higher the adrenaline, the closer I felt to God.

When I was a child, all I wanted to do was go to Heaven. I wanted to float above the Earth, the sky, straight into the atmosphere, away from the demons and into the holy arms of angels. Every year, the angels from my school would drop, drop, drop their halos, turning to the Devil's influence with nary a single ounce of guilt.

The only safe haven I found outside my home was in thrill rides like these. The higher you soar, the closer you get to escaping the madness. Faster, higher, until breath evaporates from your lungs and all you're left with is nothingness. Jelly feet and aches on muscles you didn't know could hurt.  

As the two of us spin in circles, him at my side and the sky above, then below, I find myself back in that same state of mind. I want to be in Heaven again. I want to believe in God and to feel like I have somewhere I can go when I die.  

Ruby red catches my attention, turning my head towards him. Robin. The only other mortal my mind can see. His palm is grabbing mine over the rail, his eyes sparkling and teeth glistening. He's brighter than the sun that blinds us overhead. His hand is warm, his sweat sticking to my skin, binding us together like glue.  

I feel the backs of his fingers, thumb overlapping with his thumb. Maybe, just maybe, Heaven has found me instead.”