The girl takes another step across the ice. She is bold. She is thirteen. She doesn’t care if things break.
I can twist any set of cards to say that.
When you intentionally hurt the ones you love most, you leave behind a demon you cannot kill.
What it was was I wondered if I had the right to call it an assault.
There’s nothing harder to let go of than an already-gone thing.
She follows the signs deeper as a weight in her gut grows colder with every step. It’s almost been long enough that she’s forgotten the finer details. Almost.
People wanted to see the girl who’d disappeared and come back. They wanted to see Romy—who insisted she could not be seen.
You are thirteen so, of course, I am convinced I still have some say over you.
“Commerce!” Emily shouted. “The hoarding and ceding and exchange of power. I see no clearer path into the souls of human people.”
That’s the problem with photographs, isn’t it? They remind you who is missing.
What we liked most of all was each other. All three of us, the glorious fabric of the relationship, the family we made of ourselves—but we were losing the exhilaration we’d once felt, the wild emotional loops of our shared-identity roller coaster.
The audience Q and A begins, and someone asks about the relationship between kink and queerness.
Do not fear your moments of sorrow, your deep frustration, the force of your being. I have made you strong enough to want and not receive.
I’d tilt myself and roll to each side on the dirt, offering the bees new areas of my body.
A house birthed me and will likely be the death of me.
Even at their best, in-laws were the occupational hazard of loving someone else.
Jealous of objects, that’s what grief makes you.
She tells me our tip percentage is all about our mindset, even though people don’t tip well at brunch.
Melinda’s violation of their agreement—to stay the same for each other, forever—was so profound that she split their shared sphere in two.
My mind drifted to the almost-lycanthropic being I’d imagined her becoming, half wolf, half researcher, neither coming back to me, dead or alive.
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