Floating cities weren't new, and flying certainly wasn't. So Stalwart stood on the precipice. The bright neon cities floated on several islands around his vantage point. Despite their ultra-modern architecture, he felt the power of the ancients from the stones supporting it all.
Night had fallen long ago. His fall was still ahead of him.
He stepped a little closer to the edge, peering down all the while. Another step. He spread his arms and jumped.
As though he had never lived, Stalwart's lungs were filled with air. His eyes bulged. The looming blackness between the towers swallowed him.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.