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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 ...

Kezia’s attempt to reconnect with her distant husband by walking in naked backfires when she finds him with friends. Humiliated, she becomes invisible behind her skin. Advised by her divorce lawyer, she reclaims her body by living nude at home, turning vulnerability into a boundary. Her nakedness ...

Unintentional Streak

The cold kitchen tiles bit into my bare feet like teeth. My heart wasn’t just pounding, it was trying to escape my chest, a frantic bird against my ribs. You, reading this, probably think this is where the story turns romantic. Where the husband sweeps in, charmed by the ...

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 ...

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 ...

Suzy walked with her fellow students to Miss Copoletta's art class. All the other students were fully dressed, except for Jackie who was still buttoning up the blouse she had just retrieved from Miss Carpenter. MS Carpenter, Suzy corrected herself. That mistake was why she was walking through the ...