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The Terrible Death of a Daredevil
A short story

"How high is the drop?" Michael asked, looking out at the vast fields below the cliff.

"700 feet," Magnifico responded, putting on his red jumpsuit. "It will be a most gracious fall. I will jump regularly for 600 feet. Only in the last 100 will I pull the string and fly." Magnifico smiled as he zipped up the front of his outfit.

"Seems dangerous," Michael commented. He put a helmet on Magnifico's head. "Be careful." Magnifico had never been a great father. He never would be. But the death of Magnifico would be the death of Michael.

"I have done more dangerous stunts and lived, Michael," Magnifico shared as he stood near the cliff. He hugged himself. "I have a great feeling about this one."

Magnifico was not one to use traditional methods. Perhaps the drama he added to every stunt made him a master stuntman in Hollywood and an even greater daredevil. Magnifico stood by the cliff. He smiled.

Slowly, he turned around so his back faced where he would jump. Michael took the microphone. About 500 people had gathered to watch. "The Magnificent Magnifico will jump 700 feet upside down and backwards," he shared. "He will not use his wings until he is 100 feet above the ground. Now, ladies and gentlemen, Magnifico.

Michael watched his father jump headfirst towards the ground. 500 people watched his father as he blasted through the first 600 feet. 500 people watched his father pull at the string. 500 people watched his father pull again with no prevail. 500 people watched his father crash and die.

Michael's father never even hugged him goodbye. His father never told him that he loved him. He had never been a father. He had only been Michael's employer, the man who died due to a malfunction that could probably be attributed to Michael.

Michael knew what he had done when his father had pulled the second time.

Michael knew what he had done when his father had pulled the first time.

Michael knew what he had done when his father was zipping up.

The worst thing was that Michael felt no guilt. He only felt silence as he went to sleep that night and never woke up.

This could be a really great starting for a fan-made book!
I love the way it builds up suspense.