"How are we going to get out of this depth of a cliff?" I asked my voice non-frog-like.
"Climbing doesn't work and we can't swim out— the waves will drown us. What now?" Izzy asked.
"We could try to find a trail," I replied.
"That won't work. Remember the ocean surrounding us?" Izzy made wide hand gestures when she said it.
"Oh yeah, but, what about that way?" I pointed to the left. To a super-thin line that slanted upward.
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Precipice
Short StoryAsha has killed someone. She is so petrified about her 'incident'. Later, she goes to a friend's place and discovers a secret. One that Asha could die for.
