Small stories with deep meanings.

Heights.

He was always scared of heights.

He never went on rides at the fair, he were terrified. 

He never wanted anyone to pick him up when he was little,

He was terrified of heights.

But he gave in, and went on a ride.

It was high.

He screamed, and cried. He thought he was going to die.

But he didn't.

Not yet, at least.

He walked down the road one day.

And got hit.

Hit by a car.

Everything was devastating.

Everyone was devastated. 

But hey,

At least he wasn't high up.

He was down now.

Below ground.

Peaceful.