This is an excerpt from October’s exclusive short story… subscribe to the newsletter to read the full story, available on 10/29 Nails dragged down her back forcing her body upward. Rough skin chaffed the delicate skin of her throat as it squeezed the breath from her. She would have gasped had she been able to…
Category: Magical Realism
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The edge was there, underneath her toes. It felt like the texture of popcorn and concrete. Grating and cold. It was possible that everything she wanted was there, just out of her reach, unless she was able to just. . . Small cuts broke out across her skin. Tearing, snagging. Wind ripping through her hair…