Stories by Miles Venison
We are mice in a maze, chasing lies spouted by corporate and political overlords. The closer we get to breaking free, the clearer we see the dead end ahead. But instead of crying out against the machine, we just hit the reward button and sedate ourselves with pellets of entertainment, illusions of meaning. We trade... Continue Reading →
My grandad had a hacksaw with teeth just like a shark, I put it in my backpack when we visited the park. I threw it in the pond but the hacksaw didn't swim, It had teeth like a shark but it didn't have the fins. My grandad had false teeth as straight as piano... Continue Reading →
Anatole leaned forward on the couch and coughed a hearty, phlegmy cough. He grunted at the dusty ray of sunlight that had entered uninvited through the divide in his dingy curtains. A mild hangover squeezed his head. His eyes settled on the coffee table, where from amid the mass of horse racing form guides and... Continue Reading →
In Search of Lost Marbles 