From The Sky To The Ground

Told to me, long ago, was the story of the Unbreakable Blade. Forged by the Gods, it was said to able to cut through any defense, cleave any given object in twain, a gift from those high above to the loyal and devout.

Now, obviously this is allegory. The Unbreakable Blade is faith, that if you maintain belief in the Gods, you will have no obstacles, do anything you need to. Everyone gets that, it's a metaphor.

Yep.

So, therefore, one has to wonder then, what the hell am I holding in my hands, and can I fix the sky?

Twin Hatred

The hatred between the two islands was ancient, but every generation had another reason to add to the list. There was always star crossed lovers or a business idea that would lead to an attempt to work together and end the bloodshed, and it would invariably fail and lead to more hatred and bloodshed.

Until one pair of brothers met the pair of sisters, and they fell in love, and managed to bring the two islands together.

The peace lasted for a generation, then the Twin Islands had always had an ancient and long lasting hatred of the mainland tribes.

The First Earthling

The First Earthling to ever set foot on another planet stepped from the ship.

"That's one small step for this woman, one-"

"This your vehicle, Being?"

The First Earthling turned in shock, hands up, unprepared to also be The First Earthling to make contact.

"I, I, I... It's all of Humanity's, but yes, it's mine, and on behalf of-"

"Mars, as you call it, is a Galactic Reserve, you're not allowed to park here. Please move immediately."

"But, what? Why didn't you make contact with the rovers?"

"Those were yours?"

She was The First Earthling to be arrested as well.

One, Two, One Two Three Four

After a few drinks and some conversation, she began to sing to me.

In any movie outside of a comedy, maybe, she'd have the voice of an angel, there would be a band that would know the song and pick up the beat instantly, and by the end of it the whole bar would be entranced.

If it was a comedy, her voice would be like nails on a chalkboard that were somehow also throwing up and tomatoes would be thrown at us.

Instead, her voice was average, and no-one else noticed.

But I still absolutely loved her for it.

The King's Rest

It was entering the fifth year of The King's rest, and the Kingdom glowed. The Prince, being the only one who The King trusted to visit him in the highest tower, where he was safe from the ill humors that had confined him to his bed, conveyed The King's orders and handled the details.

It was rumored that the King had died years before,  and eventually a baron felt he had more to win by proving it. He snuck up to the King's room.

Upon finding the King sick but alive, he killed him.

The New King was even better.

Emergent Emergency

Inside the "break open in case of emergency" box was a bunch of five and a quarter inch floppys, the installation discs for a thirty year old computer operating system. He found the discs in his deceased dad's filing cabinet and thought it was hilarious to put them inside the novelty glass box.

Then he started working for the government, rose up the ranks, and eventually needed that specific operating system to reset a malfunctioning nuclear weapon control system.

At which point he found out the discs contained thirty-five year old porn.

That was also hilarious until the missiles fired.

Just Garbage

We had our big fight in the alley behind her apartment block. The struggle to get the couch I'd broken down to the dumpster had been frustrating, and then after I heaved the thing into it, disgusting garbage water somehow burst forth, coating her legs and feet.

So I forgive her snapping. I forgive her detailing every which way I was a horrible person whom she hated and never wanted to see again.

But then she turned, slipped on the garbage water, and broke her neck, just before people came to see me standing over her.

That I don't forgive.