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The Monster at the Cliff Edge cliff-1634714_1280

Flash-fiction, horror

I wait on the cliff edge, a willing sacrifice. A high priestess, pure, but not innocent, my conscience shattered in the howling winds. My blood thrums with the roar of the ocean, a symphony of motion that sings to my soul. The future me awaits in a mouthful of blood and I am hungry for the teeth; desperate for the tearing…