L. E. King
Bio
I am a writer, actress and artist. I am the exhausted and overused kettle that is screeching on a stove top because I've hit boiling. I am almost 30 and living out my 10th existential crisis. I think I'm funny, and that's all that matters.
Stories (14/0)
Not a Snitch
If walls could talk, so many people would be in prison now. I’m not a snitch, though. In the early 80s, a snitch painted his name on me with a spray can before letting his friend take the fall. I watched as the other humans in blue shirts and pants dragged him away.
By L. E. Kingabout a year ago in Fiction
Artificial Intelligence Meets Creation
I don’t care about your grandma, just give me my recipe. Content creation isn't the most straightforward job in the world. As well as the more technical aspects, such as SEO and staying up-to-date on trends, techniques, and topics, we’re supposed to provide engaging and enriching content that our target audience feels excited by and ready to engage with…
By L. E. Kingabout a year ago in Futurism
Lost from the First Step
Lost from the first step. That’s how it felt flying United. From the first step I took into Bush International, I was lost. I didn’t know how to get my boarding pass. I didn’t know how to check my baggage. I felt thoroughly underprepared for this trip. My mum had said something about business class which, frankly, sounded beautiful. Unfortunately, she was wrong. What we had was Premier Access.
By L. E. King6 years ago in Wander
It Has Become Death, Destroyer of Work Satisfaction
Listen, I know what you're thinking. There's that ugly word. "Survival Job." It's dripping with the kind of self-serving arrogance that all millennials seem to bathe in. A person ought to be grateful for whatever work they can get, right? A person ought to be happy that they've got food on the table, a roof over their head, and if they're exceptionally lucky, money to save.
By L. E. King6 years ago in Journal