Catapult Alumni | Fiction


Blue. A vast expanse of faded denim dotted with cotton-ball white plumes. Will drew a breath. And it was agony, a red flash of burning that felt like an anvil had been dropped upon his chest. He tried again, just a small gulp of air this time. The pain was still there, but deep orange […]

Okay then, he thought. Shallow breaths. Small, shallow breaths and you’ll be fine.

Went off the trail? Idiot. What was I thinking, closing my eyes?

Nope nope, stay awake. Stay awake.

Okay. The good news is you didn’t break your back. Or your neck. No way you can be paralyzed and feel this much pain, right?

Was this what it was like for April? Locked inside her own head without any way to be heard? No. It was different with her, it had to have been. She was brain dead and my brain is very much alive, thank you.

No. I won’t die like this. No.

Blood. Wonderful.

Forgiveness? What do I need to be forgiven for? Life is about living, about winning – not losing.

Forgiveness? Atonement? What use… were…. they to… me…