I've been thinking about starting a blog, because Kafka told me I need to have something to say. And if I start talking frantically, a valid point might slip out between my half-note hums and my quarter-note rests.


4.7 - Cornered AnimalCornered Animal by K.J.Russell4.7 - Cornered Animal
She stood a few yards over the ground, on the tip of the tank's massive muzzle, the barrel by which it had wrought so much damage back when there had still been fuel to move it and soldiers to drive it. She was self-conscious of her small form, her shirt clinging to her body and showing off meager muscles and thin shoulders, bony elbows and ribs, sure signs of malnourishment. Her pants were large enough that their folds billowed in the wind, looking unwieldy and anchoring so that she would not be able to run fast if she had to. The cloth cinched about her waist had several spare feet wh


3.7 - The Last, Best RaveThe Last, Best Rave by K.J.Russell3.7 - The Last, Best Rave
Vfern threw his hands up into the air as the electric sensation permeated his skin, coating him completely. He stood in Times Square alongside a few thousand others, under an alien spacecraft that looked like a many-finned whale whose belly glowed a brilliant, eerie blue in the night. And as the blue light increased in intensity and a high-pitched howl began to grow in the air, the fervor of the electric sensation on Vfern's skin began to exceed anything he'd imagined before. It was in his hair and his very bones, shooting him full of energy and sensation. It coated his tongue and drew on


2.7 - JonahJonah by K.J.Russell2.7 - Jonah
Looking down on Times Square from where he stood atop the Ninevan hotel, his human form beginning to ripple about him in a sure sign that he was in his last moments of existence as one among this planet's only soul-possessing species, he gave himself a final second to reconsider what he was about to do. He always gave himself that second, but never changed his mind.
Breathing deeply the cool night air of the city, tasting it, savoring it for the last time, he grimaced and spoke into the air around him. "Power availability optimal. Above-average yield expected. Commence project immediately."


1.7 - How Not to Get Over HerHow Not to Get Over Her by K.J.Russell1.7 - How Not to Get Over Her
He knew what was in the package the moment the postal worker gave it to him; typical brown cardboard, not too large and not at all heavy. Giving it a solemn look, he paid the cash-on-delivery and carried it to one of the small tables that served as a feeble garnish to the dreary gray post office.
It was Saturday, the office was busy with people sending and receiving, all going about their business. He watched them packaging and shipping, standing in line. He noticed how many of them carried with them, in addition to their parcels, small black boxes not locked but never ope
I'm all for it.
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It's my birthday today
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Attention! Achtung! Atención! Wnimanije!
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History abhors a paradox...
I'm the Repo, LEGAL ASSASSIN!!!
No srsly.
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Either way, I hope you have a happy B-day. 83
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