August 15, 2010
by Lucy Suitor Holt There are four of us under Ravenswing: Chappy, Tommy, Neil, and myself. I’m Alvern. We are part of this black Appalachian earth, buried for these ten years now. An accident, the walls of the mine gave way, burying us in black coal. Chappy is the oldest, Tommy the youngest, 63 and 19. [...]
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July 15, 2010
by Kat Heckenbach I clawed past the crowd. Day after day they gathered, clustering to watch the fire as it encroached. It moved impossibly slow, like a wall of advancing soldiers surrounding the city. Heat singed the air, and the acrid smell of burning grass filled my nostrils. Smoke lifted above the fire and dispersed, [...]
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