Miles King
Bio
Published Author; Student; Peace Corps Representative
Writing has been a long time coming for me! I am a connesour of flash fiction, poetry, and journalism. Please message for any collaboration of job offers:)
Stories (2/0)
Emily
His nerves felt frayed, lower back on fire from sitting hunched over for so long. The ache in his neck refused to dissipate, so for the first time in an hour, Nick stood up and began to pace the length of the room, rolling his joints out as he went. Did feeling nervous always make it so plausible to throw up? Why did his hands feel so… sticky? God, did he have anxiety? Maybe he should see a doctor, or buy some xanax off the perverted homeless man that lived in the alley next to his apartment building. Hell, maybe he should throw himself off a cliff before he loses the chance to do so!
By Miles King2 years ago in Fiction
Jonathan's Alcoholism
Lifting his right hand slowly, Jonathan blindly scrubbed at the crust in his eyes, and took a shaky breath as he surveyed the room he lay in. The yellowed, once brown wall paper peeled and curled off the wall in long strips, an occasional cigarette burn mark along the room at eye level. Jon lifted his head to see if he could find a bottle, something to cure the ache blooming at the base of his skull. The ache began to feel like a stabbing sensation, increasing in pain as he moved his head. Scanning the floor, he realized how much he had the night before, how little to nothing was left for now. Panic began, tears burning in his eyes as his breath sped up and the room began to spin. White spots tethered at the edge of his vision. Nothing, there was nothing; his throat was dry, nearly choking on the emptiness in his stomach.
By Miles King2 years ago in Fiction
