This piece looks back but also looks forward by celebrating the achievements of being a member of BTSB.
Oh, A Sun-Fading!
This piece experiments with temporal self-dislocation/displacement that occurs as part of reverse cultural shock. It intends to blend the natural elements to travel in time and as an overall, semi-extended conceit.
Who Are You?
Have you ever let your imagination fly over the many things that could occur at a café? This piece invites you to follow that stream of thought in rather unexpected ways.
I Was Wrong About Video Games
Video games divide opinions. Some live for them while others are completely indifferent or even hate gaming. Check out this new submission to our “I Was Wrong About…” series to hear how the pandemic has changed one person’s view on video games!
A Safe Place
My safe place is an old, red house with a big garden. The window frames are white, a striking contrast with the deep, rusty red of the walls. The large front door is open, welcoming all tired wanderers. You might notice the faint smell of a home-cooked meal wafting through the halls and out the door.
Peter was staring at the movie, although he was not focusing on it at all. There were two Cassies, one on each side of him, holding him tightly. He looked down at each of their smiling faces as they watched the movie. They both looked up at him at the same time.
Bride of Beasts
“A large shadow appeared on the other side of the fire. A big, black shape nearing the villagers from the forest. No one moved. The shaman stood in front of me, still holding my hand, looking at me with those eyes that could not see. The shadow in the forest got closer and closer, and then, at last, I saw him.”