Miles Carnegie writes about the near future...the one creeping in while we're all busy trying to remember our passwords.

Based in Cincinnati, OH, where the weather changes on a whim and nobody bothers pretending to be surprised. Maybe that's why he keeps writing about systems you can't trust and machines that seem a little too done with us.

His stories live in that weird in-between space. Close enough to recognize, uncomfortable enough to wish you didn't.

He writes about regular people trying to hang onto something human while the world quietly tilts sideways.

If you like fiction that feels like watching a train wreck, grab a seat.

Member of the Horror Writers Association