©2017 by Nowhere.Ink

A collection by Miles Nowhere

March 12, 2018

To me, my grandfather will always be as this: Hunched forward on a battered kitchen chair. One bony elbow on a knee, supporting the weight of a cigarette...

February 12, 2018

"God the Father compels you!" 

Holy water scored her flesh, yet the demon gnashed at the exhausted priest.

"God the Son compels you! God the Holy Ghost compels you!"

A baritone rasp oozed from rotting teeth. "Is that the best you got, Father?" He refused to be swayed.

"God to all martyrs and the pious compels you! The blood of Christ compels you!"

Timothy stood his ground as the woman's body brought forth a defiant, yet b...

February 5, 2018

Stream of consciousness by Miles Nowhere.

January 18, 2018

"Now, the stash runs dry, and my obsessive junkie mind is convinced a few crumbs of Charlie made their way to the floor. On all fours, I carefully peel back putrid folds of Berber carpet in a manic search for a final hit."

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