Chatterbox: Inkwell

New story I'm writing!!!

This story is one I'm currently writing. This isn't a round robin, so don't continue it. Constructive critism please. I read a lot of weird books about parallel worlds, so just bear with me, okay?

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Jakob was small, 13 years old, with brown hair and blue eyes. He also was, at the moment our story starts, floating three kilometers above the Earth he was at. As you may have guessed, there were some serious problems with that Earth. But that was just the beginning or their problems. In his universe, the phrase "what comes up must go down" was false. He had accidently jumped a little too hard, and was now shooting up into the sky, soon to die of asphyxiation. So much is happening at this very moment, don't you think? Of course that it true with any moment. On in your universe, on the very moment you are reading this, volcanoes are erupting, explosions are happening, suns are dieing, galaxies colideing(spelling!), and so much more. And that's only your universe. Multitudes of other universes also have those things happening, so many that it's unimaginable. Think of it. Zillions of universes doing zillions of things. Sorta gives you a sense of proportion, do you think? But, I digress. Anyway, Jakob shot up into the air. Afte an hour of hopeless flailing, he shot up into outer space, and died. His body bounced off another planet that happened to be floating by(don't worry, it all will be explained later), bounced back down and revived, continuing his training as if nothing had happened to him.