The End

Chapter 1

"There was no excuse. He had bombed, faltered, slipped up, blundered, bumbled, fumbled, fell short, been defeated, flunked. In plain and simple English, he had failed. He had as many choices as he had excuses. They would've killed him anyway, he might as well die on his own time."
These were the thoughts going through his mind as he took a running start and launched himself off of the cliff. (They were completely untrue thoughts, of course. He was about to get a promotion, but of course, he didn't know that.)
He fell through the clouds, no doubt reaching terminal velocity, (whatever that is.) He would definitely die when he hit the ground. Well, if he hit the ground. There were all sorts of rumors surrounding this place. They all said different things, but one thing was constant in them. The rumors all stated that, one way or another, there was no ground. You just kept falling until you starved, and even then, your corpse would still be dropping, like a rock, until it decayed, (But would it decay? Or would it be going too fast for any bacteria and worms to latch on?) And if/when the meat decayed, your bones would still be falling, for eternity, until they crumbled until dust, which would fall too, just slower, until it reached the ground, but since there was supposedly no ground, they'd just keep falling forever, wouldn't they. Suddenly, he noticed that the air looked clearer, as though he had broken through the cloud cover. But that couldn't be true. The clouds were supposed to accompany you all throughout the fall. He maneuvered himself until he was looking down, and saw that there was land below him. In other words, unless the earth was a projection, there would be solid ground for him to land on. This information cheered him up a little, until he realized that he would hit the ground. And when he hit the ground, it would hurt. These were the things that he realized that started him up screaming. But actually, since he was falling so fast, he was only opening his mouth really wide. The reason he wasn't actually screaming was because he was going so fast, the sound waves were being picked up by the wind and being taken up, where they dissipated, never to be heard. Ever. He continued on like this, with his mouth open, until he realized that he was actually swallowing bugs. With a shudder, he closed his mouth. By now, he was so close to the ground that he could actually see the ground, in detail. He was heading for a city. He could even see the little people walking around the streets, if he squinted. Which he was doing a lot of at this time. Think about it. He's falling really fast, so fast that he has to squint, other wise his eyeballs would shrivel up and fall off and be hanging down (or in his case, up)and flapping about on strings. He saw that he was actually headed for a little hut, and would hit it in about thirty seconds. He thought of screaming, but realized that it would only get bugs in his teeth, a prospect that he hoped to avoid. These were the last things that he thought about before he hit the ground and blacked out.