The Story Teller's Review

As the figure fell it got thinner and grew an arm, the arm grew thinner and longer until it scraped against the cliff-side to slow the figure’s fall. When the figure got to the bottom of the cliff he was met with a village. He walked into the village and saw a man, the figure ran up and said, “Hel-lo my n-name is D-Drop wha-” He was cut off, “MONSTER!” Screamed the man, “Kill it!” a nearby women shouted! Minutes later a mob drove Drop out of the village and into a nearby forest.

Years later Drop had built a house in the forest. He had food, he had shelter, and he had warmth, but he was alone.