An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is a fictionalized account regarding the recent natural disaster in Maine. The day after, when emergency volunteers and first responders arrived on the scene, these pages were found tied together sitting in the middle of a street. Their appearance was strange to say the least given how recent the disaster was, and the use of names that belong to real people in the area at the time (Most of which I was unable to contact and/or declined correspondence.) While I personally find it offensive to turn such a devastating tragedy into something so fantastical, the oddity of these pages means they should be preserved for posterity; and I am currently working to digitize them. My heart goes out to the victims and their families at this time. (The odd strings of letters you see were handwritten onto the document. I have removed them and replicated them in the notes section.)


















