Well, I just wrote 1,200 of the grimmest words I think I've jotted down in years.
Not sure how this SF story's going to end, but it's started about as bleak as it can get, so... I don't *think* it can go anywhere but up from here?
I'm going to hope that this is my brain's way of expelling bad dreams before sleep, but don't read war histories before bed, I guess. (Or with meals? Or in polite company? Or if you still want to believe in the beauty of life and potential for good in humankind? 🤷♀️)
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(To reiterate: fiction never has ANYTHING on reality. However low a short story can go, it'll never even scrape the surface of how low humanity can and does go in conflict all the time!)
Reminds me of a passage in my first book regarding an interaction with the police that an agent said would never happen in real life, @MLClark
Thing is, I wrote the incident verbatim of something that actually happened to me! In real life! 😮