Ch. 1
It was Saturday afternoon and I had just gotten done with yoga, when from out of the sky, a pencil dropped.
Ch. 2
Steve had been happy in life. Had enough competition from others to grow strong, but not too many so he couldn't thrive. Then one day, a man came by with an ax and started swinging at Steve. Steve fell down, defeated by the man in plaid.
Ch. 3
I picked up the fallen object questions swimming in my mind. Where did it come from? Why did it come? What's for lunch? Needing to have some clarity in my life, I decided to find out. I pulled out my phone and texted my mum. She answered my question with pizza rolls.
Ch. 4
Steve's life had been long; a good number of years for a typical tree.
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