Stories by Miles Venison
It was a hot August night in Osaka. Mossy, myself and the rest of the band were back at the hotel room. Normally after a gig the room would be an orgy of drinking, feasting, dancing, sword fights, amateur dental surgery, impromptu taxidermy and half-naked circus folk, more often than not resulting in the arrest... Continue Reading →
I took off my shirt and handed it to Vlad to use as a towel. We helped him to his feet and he went into the bathroom to wash the blood off his face. "Whoa, hey!" said Mossy. "Nice ink! When did you get that done?" "When we were in Belgium," I said, turning around... Continue Reading →
The young man murmured and groggily opened his eyes. "Hey mate," Mossy said to him, "take it easy, okay? You've had a knock to the head, but you're going to be all right. Just sit still and try to relax." The young man began to mumble, but we couldn't make out what he was saying.... Continue Reading →
In the middle of the night a chill awoke me. I got out of bed to check if the window was open. As I made my way across the room, in the darkness I bumped into another body. Two cold hands grabbed my waist. "Mossy, wake up,” I said. “You're sleepwalking.” The hands hurriedly loosed... Continue Reading →
Binkle the elf and his crew took the sleigh, In a flash they were off, they were up and away. They travelled like lightning on two reindeer’s power, And hit eight armoured trucks in twenty-four hours. They swooped in on a large-scale drug deal uninvited, But with Rudolph’s red nose they were easily sighted.... Continue Reading →
In Search of Lost Marbles 