Stories by Miles Venison
On a still and warm Arabian night, An old man gazed at the sky, And recalled the events of his many long years, Replaying them there in his mind. He’d travelled, and learned, and served under kings, No stranger to royalty’s halls, But of all the memories lighting his thoughts, There was one that... Continue Reading →
Mary Shelley apparently premised this monster novel on a dream she had about a scientist. I’ve got to hand it to her; dream-based fiction is a tough genre to write. I tried it once, and the result was a critically panned three hundred pages about me having a conversation at a theme park with a... Continue Reading →
A memory lost, for a second recalled, As I gazed at the man in the glass on the wall, I saw in that moment the face of a boy, His eyes full of wonder, his smile full of joy. The glimpse was snatched, at once replaced, With disappointment at my haggard face, Drawn with... Continue Reading →
In Search of Lost Marbles 