Cliffside and Chaos
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Completed, First published May 31, 2026

The narrative traces a fractured family dynamic, beginning with a devastating car crash and the aftermath of abandonment. Years later, a young woman named Niyah navigates tense social circles, marked by aggressive confrontations and crude exchanges. These chapters reveal a volatile relationship with a man named Draco, characterized by verbal abuse and escalating conflict. As Niyah explores potential avenues for self-expression through social media, the story unfolds amidst chaotic encounters and simmering tensions. These excerpts suggest a world defined by fractured relationships and aggressive social dynamics.
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