We wrote a super-short story with Peter in about 15 minutes. I wrote one sentence, he wrote another. It was a battle of sentences, and the resulting story became a story of a battle in itself. You decide who wrote what. (We shall try to do it more often, it was fun.)

MOM AND SON BATTLE

An epic story by Peter Ustyugov and Ksenia Anske

They wanted to kill each other. To throw each other on a railroad to get smashed by a train and satisfyingly see their guts fall out. But then they decided that would be too messy. So then son decided to go buy a sword. And then mom decided to buy a piranha.

So, on one fateful afternoon they both had the same idea and decided to fight a match to the death and invite a bunch of people for entertainment purposes. A bunch of people came, but a crocodile whom mom decided to hide behind the bushes in case the piranha failed, scurried out and ate a really old grandma after which the spectators fled, screaming their heads off. And for some strange reason their heads actually did fall off. This made a perfect scene for battle. Mom got a big basket and started collecting the heads like they were cabbage.

Then for one last time son and mom cooperated and put each head on a pole around the ring where they would soon fight. So mom has put on her fighting bikini and rubbed herself with cobra oil. And son ripped off his shirt to reveal he was Spider-Man and started waxing himself for battle because that's a thing. Mom picked up two hedgehogs and aimed to throw them, but they bit her. And then she died of rabies.

The end.

Just kidding. We're not that boring. We finally got tired of trying to kill each other and took out a box with cake. And then we ate that cake and both died, and then lived in cake hell for the rest of eternity.

THE END.

(And our life in cake hell is yet another story.)