The Horror of Miles Carnegie
@milescarnegie.bsky.social
Writer of Tech Horror & Sci-fi. The gap between my stories and your feed is a rounding error. It’s technically fiction. But only by fifteen minutes. milescarnegie.substack.com
CHAPTER 4 of my novella, THIS BOOK MAY KILL YOU ☠️ is online NOW!
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December 12, 2025 at 3:19 PM
CHAPTER 4 of my novella, THIS BOOK MAY KILL YOU ☠️ is online NOW!
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I’m not here to inspire. My stories prove the lesson was rigged. You won’t feel healed. You’ll relate to the villain. You aren't good. You’re just untested. My characters don’t get better. They get honest. I have more: milescarnegie.substack.com
#horrorwriter #amwritingfiction #booksky #horror
#horrorwriter #amwritingfiction #booksky #horror
December 11, 2025 at 2:07 PM
I’m not here to inspire. My stories prove the lesson was rigged. You won’t feel healed. You’ll relate to the villain. You aren't good. You’re just untested. My characters don’t get better. They get honest. I have more: milescarnegie.substack.com
#horrorwriter #amwritingfiction #booksky #horror
#horrorwriter #amwritingfiction #booksky #horror
December 10, 2025 at 2:25 AM
December 10, 2025 at 1:03 AM
The Black Church — by Miles Carnegie
#horrorfiction #shorthorror #folkhorror
The Black Church
They called it Devil's Bridge. A covered span, timber and iron. The road beyond wound into the trees and ended at the burned husk of the Black Church.
The dare was simple. Park on the bridge. Kill the e…
#horrorfiction #shorthorror #folkhorror
The Black Church
They called it Devil's Bridge. A covered span, timber and iron. The road beyond wound into the trees and ended at the burned husk of the Black Church.
The dare was simple. Park on the bridge. Kill the e…
December 6, 2025 at 10:28 PM
The Black Church — by Miles Carnegie
#horrorfiction #shorthorror #folkhorror
The Black Church
They called it Devil's Bridge. A covered span, timber and iron. The road beyond wound into the trees and ended at the burned husk of the Black Church.
The dare was simple. Park on the bridge. Kill the e…
#horrorfiction #shorthorror #folkhorror
The Black Church
They called it Devil's Bridge. A covered span, timber and iron. The road beyond wound into the trees and ended at the burned husk of the Black Church.
The dare was simple. Park on the bridge. Kill the e…
#Frankenstein wasn’t a mistake. He was a prototype. In PRIMACY, nightmares didn’t die out, they got promoted. Biotech grows horrors, trademarks them, and calls it progress. The apocalypse isn’t an accident.
It’s a pitch deck. 👉 a.co/d/7fG37zt
#CorporateHorror #SpeculativeFiction #BiotechGothic
It’s a pitch deck. 👉 a.co/d/7fG37zt
#CorporateHorror #SpeculativeFiction #BiotechGothic
December 6, 2025 at 9:47 PM
#Frankenstein wasn’t a mistake. He was a prototype. In PRIMACY, nightmares didn’t die out, they got promoted. Biotech grows horrors, trademarks them, and calls it progress. The apocalypse isn’t an accident.
It’s a pitch deck. 👉 a.co/d/7fG37zt
#CorporateHorror #SpeculativeFiction #BiotechGothic
It’s a pitch deck. 👉 a.co/d/7fG37zt
#CorporateHorror #SpeculativeFiction #BiotechGothic
“We signed the user agreement without reading it.”
Grateful (and slightly unsettled) to see No Kings read exactly the way it was meant to be.
#NoKings #DarkFiction
#CorporateHorror #SocialSatire #IndieAuthor
If you’re curious, No Kings is available here:
a.co/d/3VkTGPS
Grateful (and slightly unsettled) to see No Kings read exactly the way it was meant to be.
#NoKings #DarkFiction
#CorporateHorror #SocialSatire #IndieAuthor
If you’re curious, No Kings is available here:
a.co/d/3VkTGPS
December 4, 2025 at 11:09 AM
“We signed the user agreement without reading it.”
Grateful (and slightly unsettled) to see No Kings read exactly the way it was meant to be.
#NoKings #DarkFiction
#CorporateHorror #SocialSatire #IndieAuthor
If you’re curious, No Kings is available here:
a.co/d/3VkTGPS
Grateful (and slightly unsettled) to see No Kings read exactly the way it was meant to be.
#NoKings #DarkFiction
#CorporateHorror #SocialSatire #IndieAuthor
If you’re curious, No Kings is available here:
a.co/d/3VkTGPS
No Substitutions — by Miles Carnegie
The neon sign for "Happy Garden" flickered and buzzed. Greg hated the buzz, but loved the sesame chicken. Last week they gave him a bag of napkins and a raw potato instead of lo mein. Two weeks before that it was fortune cookies and somebody's car keys.
Greg s…
The neon sign for "Happy Garden" flickered and buzzed. Greg hated the buzz, but loved the sesame chicken. Last week they gave him a bag of napkins and a raw potato instead of lo mein. Two weeks before that it was fortune cookies and somebody's car keys.
Greg s…
December 1, 2025 at 10:13 PM
No Substitutions — by Miles Carnegie
The neon sign for "Happy Garden" flickered and buzzed. Greg hated the buzz, but loved the sesame chicken. Last week they gave him a bag of napkins and a raw potato instead of lo mein. Two weeks before that it was fortune cookies and somebody's car keys.
Greg s…
The neon sign for "Happy Garden" flickered and buzzed. Greg hated the buzz, but loved the sesame chicken. Last week they gave him a bag of napkins and a raw potato instead of lo mein. Two weeks before that it was fortune cookies and somebody's car keys.
Greg s…
She named them so they would remember they were loved.
That might be the most dangerous thing she ever did.
PRIMACY — read the warning ⚠️
milescarnegie.com/books/primacy
#SpeculativeFiction #CorporateHorror #Primacy
That might be the most dangerous thing she ever did.
PRIMACY — read the warning ⚠️
milescarnegie.com/books/primacy
#SpeculativeFiction #CorporateHorror #Primacy
November 28, 2025 at 5:14 PM
She named them so they would remember they were loved.
That might be the most dangerous thing she ever did.
PRIMACY — read the warning ⚠️
milescarnegie.com/books/primacy
#SpeculativeFiction #CorporateHorror #Primacy
That might be the most dangerous thing she ever did.
PRIMACY — read the warning ⚠️
milescarnegie.com/books/primacy
#SpeculativeFiction #CorporateHorror #Primacy
The Shield — by Miles Carnegie
The closet door was open an inch. Just enough for a slice of darkness to watch him.
Danny lay flat on his mattress. He didn't move his toes. Moving toes attracted attention. The air in the room felt thin and cold. It smelled like carpet dust.
He stared at the gap in…
The closet door was open an inch. Just enough for a slice of darkness to watch him.
Danny lay flat on his mattress. He didn't move his toes. Moving toes attracted attention. The air in the room felt thin and cold. It smelled like carpet dust.
He stared at the gap in…
November 28, 2025 at 2:23 PM
The Shield — by Miles Carnegie
The closet door was open an inch. Just enough for a slice of darkness to watch him.
Danny lay flat on his mattress. He didn't move his toes. Moving toes attracted attention. The air in the room felt thin and cold. It smelled like carpet dust.
He stared at the gap in…
The closet door was open an inch. Just enough for a slice of darkness to watch him.
Danny lay flat on his mattress. He didn't move his toes. Moving toes attracted attention. The air in the room felt thin and cold. It smelled like carpet dust.
He stared at the gap in…
Sunday actually did its job and rebooted me.
Monday walked in ready to spar, and I walked in… rested?
Didn’t see that coming.
How’s your week starting?
Monday walked in ready to spar, and I walked in… rested?
Didn’t see that coming.
How’s your week starting?
November 24, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Sunday actually did its job and rebooted me.
Monday walked in ready to spar, and I walked in… rested?
Didn’t see that coming.
How’s your week starting?
Monday walked in ready to spar, and I walked in… rested?
Didn’t see that coming.
How’s your week starting?
Taking a break from the writing brain today. Watching some football, dragging the holiday decorations out, and trying not to get tangled in a thousand feet of lights. Just a chill day before I dive back into the chaos.
November 23, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Taking a break from the writing brain today. Watching some football, dragging the holiday decorations out, and trying not to get tangled in a thousand feet of lights. Just a chill day before I dive back into the chaos.
Welp, I just sent PRIMACY in for Bram Stoker Award consideration — First Novel. 🫣
Near-future corporate horror. A biotech empire that treats classic monsters like product lines. Frankenstein, Moreau, Moriarty… all on payroll.
#Horror #Primacy #BramStokerAwards
Near-future corporate horror. A biotech empire that treats classic monsters like product lines. Frankenstein, Moreau, Moriarty… all on payroll.
#Horror #Primacy #BramStokerAwards
November 23, 2025 at 4:16 AM
Welp, I just sent PRIMACY in for Bram Stoker Award consideration — First Novel. 🫣
Near-future corporate horror. A biotech empire that treats classic monsters like product lines. Frankenstein, Moreau, Moriarty… all on payroll.
#Horror #Primacy #BramStokerAwards
Near-future corporate horror. A biotech empire that treats classic monsters like product lines. Frankenstein, Moreau, Moriarty… all on payroll.
#Horror #Primacy #BramStokerAwards
Dearly Beloved — by Miles Carnegie
Alan's eyes burned from three hours of staring at the numbers. The Copper Pot's overhead was eating them alive, chewing through their wedding fund like a starved animal. He rubbed his face, noting the metallic taste that had been lingering in his mouth all week. "…
Alan's eyes burned from three hours of staring at the numbers. The Copper Pot's overhead was eating them alive, chewing through their wedding fund like a starved animal. He rubbed his face, noting the metallic taste that had been lingering in his mouth all week. "…
November 20, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Dearly Beloved — by Miles Carnegie
Alan's eyes burned from three hours of staring at the numbers. The Copper Pot's overhead was eating them alive, chewing through their wedding fund like a starved animal. He rubbed his face, noting the metallic taste that had been lingering in his mouth all week. "…
Alan's eyes burned from three hours of staring at the numbers. The Copper Pot's overhead was eating them alive, chewing through their wedding fund like a starved animal. He rubbed his face, noting the metallic taste that had been lingering in his mouth all week. "…
The Human Cloud — by Miles Carnegie
The commercials promised magic.
"Ask anything, your AI knows all ."
Slick videos showed gleaming data centers, blue light washing over racks of servers, the hum of machines that "learned" like a brain. Reporters swooned, CEOs grinned, and investors lit cigars w…
The commercials promised magic.
"Ask anything, your AI knows all ."
Slick videos showed gleaming data centers, blue light washing over racks of servers, the hum of machines that "learned" like a brain. Reporters swooned, CEOs grinned, and investors lit cigars w…
November 20, 2025 at 8:38 PM
The Human Cloud — by Miles Carnegie
The commercials promised magic.
"Ask anything, your AI knows all ."
Slick videos showed gleaming data centers, blue light washing over racks of servers, the hum of machines that "learned" like a brain. Reporters swooned, CEOs grinned, and investors lit cigars w…
The commercials promised magic.
"Ask anything, your AI knows all ."
Slick videos showed gleaming data centers, blue light washing over racks of servers, the hum of machines that "learned" like a brain. Reporters swooned, CEOs grinned, and investors lit cigars w…
Not a Creature was Stirring — by Miles Carnegie
The radiator usually clanked at 3:02 AM. It didn't tonight. Joe had bled the lines. He needed absolute silence.
He sat in the armchair, the Persian rug beneath him lost under heavy plastic. It extended from the hearth to the sofa. It crinkled slightl…
The radiator usually clanked at 3:02 AM. It didn't tonight. Joe had bled the lines. He needed absolute silence.
He sat in the armchair, the Persian rug beneath him lost under heavy plastic. It extended from the hearth to the sofa. It crinkled slightl…
November 20, 2025 at 8:38 PM
Not a Creature was Stirring — by Miles Carnegie
The radiator usually clanked at 3:02 AM. It didn't tonight. Joe had bled the lines. He needed absolute silence.
He sat in the armchair, the Persian rug beneath him lost under heavy plastic. It extended from the hearth to the sofa. It crinkled slightl…
The radiator usually clanked at 3:02 AM. It didn't tonight. Joe had bled the lines. He needed absolute silence.
He sat in the armchair, the Persian rug beneath him lost under heavy plastic. It extended from the hearth to the sofa. It crinkled slightl…
Thank you! My latest project called "This Book May Kill You" is more psychological and meta horror , but I've written a bunch of short stories that dabble in both.
November 20, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Thank you! My latest project called "This Book May Kill You" is more psychological and meta horror , but I've written a bunch of short stories that dabble in both.