My tenth birthday was a full sixty years before my final birthday.  I somersaulted over the gate and landed in an ankle deep excrement pie. There was no time to clean my boots so I quickly abandoned them on the porch before sprinting into my cabin.  “Morning mother,” I said.  My mother nodded.  I was… — read more

I stifle my laughter just long enough to draw my Great-sword.  My opponent has a rice pot for a helmet and small frying pan lids for shin, and elbow guards while my armor glitters as it was forged in the sun’s corona using minerals from the far side of the moon– armor I received from… — read more