
The Deserter (draft #2)
Late March.
Pulp fiction under an alias so I don’t get canned. Stories with grit, blood, and no easy endings.
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Read 2 days ago and current, but nothing has been published for 16 months.

Late March.

Before the war, before the crater, there was a friend's apartment and the beginning of something real

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A Banking Tale of 2026

Command showed up after 3:00 a.m., the safest hour when everyone was asleep or drunk, or both.

A drone pulls back. A body stays still. Nothing to do now but survive the night.

The eye in the sky doesn’t blink. Neither do I.

A 155mm shell isn’t poetic. But it’s worth understanding.

A war story about first kisses, humiliation, and cold revenge.