It could have been a beautiful day. Sunshine, no clouds, a nice breeze blowing through my hair.
You could see farmland for miles. You could smell it, too. I’ve always loved that smell. The smell of crops, animals, and even manure all mixed together.
Too bad my parachute never opened.
Jackson Brock is an aspiring writer and current student at Full Sail University. Jackson wants to write horror and bring real fear back to the genre.
I am really sorry about your parachute…
Yes, indeed! It’s not the fall that kills you. It’s the abrupt stop at the end.