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Skin Deep

A Novel by Emma Clarke

Prologue: Unraveling
I’m Emma Clarke—21, third-year psychology major at Greenridge University, a liberal arts enclave shrouded in Pacific Northwest evergreens. My roots? A conservative Wisconsin town where modesty wasn’t just virtue but law. My parents, high school ...

Beneath the Skin

The First Layer

The leotard clings to me like a second skin, damp with sweat and shame. Around the studio, the others strip without ceremony—fabric hitting the floor, laughter bouncing off mirrors. I count the cracks in the linoleum. Three vertical, one jagged. This is Nudity ...

The Unintentional Streak

Post Part 1

I stood in the kitchen, the cold tiles biting into my bare feet, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it could be heard in the next room. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and regret. How had I gotten myself into this mess? The plan had seemed so simple, so ...

Post Part 2

I stood at the top of the stairs, my heart still racing, my cheeks burning with humiliation. James’s hand gently gripped my arm, stopping me from retreating to the safety of the bedroom. I turned to face him, my eyes wide with disbelief at his suggestion. His expression was soft ...

Chapter 6A: The Assembly of Control

The stage lights were merciless, their searing beams cutting through the darkness like molten blades. They scorched my skin as if I were a slab of meat left too long on a grill. I winced against the brightness, my body bound in the unforgiving contraption, and I ...

Readers. I made story flow changes to the last two posts.

Post Part 3

Later That Night

As the night dragged on and the echoes of the football game faded into the background, we found ourselves in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of snacks and drinks. The hum of the refrigerator and the ...

Chapter 6B: The Spectacle of Control

I glanced to my sides, my vision blurred by the sweat dripping into my eyes, and saw the student council members from each grade. They were dressed in their formal attire, their movements precise and deliberate as they arranged chairs for the incoming audience ...

Chapter 7A: The Weight of Ownership

The empty stage was cold, the air heavy with the lingering scent of sweat and shame. I sat up, my back pressed against Claire's chest, her breasts soft against my spine. My body still trembled from the aftermath of the assembly, the overwhelming sensations Claire ...

Cronenberg Academy Stories
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Suzy sat at the back of the class, a smile etched across her face. She pretended to write in her book, but she was reliving her triumph. It wasn't hard to do. Her triumph was sitting right in front of her. It was Jackie (the bitch) sitting in her seat without a blouse. Just her little tartan skirt ...