Stories by Miles Venison
“…opening at cinemas around the country on June twenty-third, the movie is called The First Return. Jake, tell us about the movie.” The host looked up from his notes (he needed notes). The other host leaned in; it showed she was listening, and showed her cheekbones perfectly at that camera angle. Jake looked at... Continue Reading →
Sitting on the stool, before an audience of television studio cameras and lights, he closed his eyes and prepared himself for the charade. He had done two hundred of them, but this was his first in a while. The crew was at their best and trying to show it. The makeup artist hovered longer... Continue Reading →
Whenever there is a drought or a cyclone or a fire or a flood somewhere here in Australia (which is often), the television news will run a story featuring footage of (depending on the disaster) dry paddocks with cracks in the dirt, uprooted trees, smoke-reddened skies or a car being swept away in an overflowing... Continue Reading →
Darkness rolled in across the afternoon sky as prematurely as the hair had rolled off Danny DeVito’s head. Down at the far end of the sheep paddock, the old farmer lay beneath the enormous tyre of his upended tractor...
In Search of Lost Marbles 