Stories by Miles Venison
Blue Lightning appeared lost. Sheperd picked up a chair from the floor, brushed it off and set it next to the hero. “Here,” said Sheperd. “Sit down, take a minute.” Blue Lightning stared at the floor. “Blue Lightning?” “Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure.” He sat down. A silent minute passed, and then Blue Lightning sniffed. He... Continue Reading →
Blue Lightning looked about the room. He crossed his arms and grunted to himself. “You know, you must have saved this city a dozen times,” said Sheperd. “You’ve put more criminals behind bars than the entire police force. These past fifteen years we would have been lost without you. We’re all grateful. I sure know... Continue Reading →
Alone with the city’s superhero, Sheperd surveyed the half-demolished room. “You know,” he said, “this reminds me of the midtown diamond heist back in twenty-ten. You remember that one?” Blue Lightning stood with his hands on his hips, his cape rippling in the cold draught spilling in through the shattered entrance. “Midtown… Ah yes, the... Continue Reading →
Red and blue lights pulsed on the corner of Thirty-eighth and Main, fracturing the clear black night. Police tape fenced a wide perimeter around the jewellery store. Police chief Arnold Sheperd heaved himself out of his unmarked sedan with a grunt and adjusted his belt under his belly. Four police cars, two ambulances, a fire... Continue Reading →
When I was nine, I went to my cousin’s wedding. It was at a church. Not an old church, or one with a spire; it wasn’t made from big stones, and it didn’t have a graveyard or stained-glass windows. There were no hard wooden pews or hymn books. It didn’t smell weird. This place was... Continue Reading →
I had a fish, I called him Rolly, What his real name was, He never told me. He sat on my lap, While I sang him songs, Then I’d throw him back in the water, Where he belonged. He was blue and grey, With a yellow stripe, Kind of like Batman— The Adam... Continue Reading →
In Search of Lost Marbles 