Hanging On The Edge| By Marley Axemaker​

My heart is racing as I lay face down, balancing on the edge of a cliff. Al’s hand starts to slip from mine as the sweat from running and the blood from our injuries make our hands slick. Blood is trailing down my arm from a deep gash that runs from my shoulder to halfway …

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