My name is Liam Cloud Hogan. I am a senior at Charlottesville High School, and will attend Pratt Institute for writing this fall. This summer I will attend my fourth year at the UVA Young Writer’s Workshop, in fiction writing. This story is part of a collection of many stories that explore how we record history.
It is four o’clock in the morning and for the last twelve hours I have been watching
houses burn. It’s rather disturbing how much footage is out there. Dozens of bystander-voyeurs
I watched more fires tonight. These videos are all similar, connected, like parts of some
Sometimes the firefighters can stop the fire from spreading but usually one burning house
We drove south today to see if we could find something. A house was burning by the side
of the road. She wouldn’t let me slow down. I could feel embers in my eyes.
We didn’t find anything.
Firebreathers prefer kerosene to gasoline because it takes more heat to make flames. Both
When houses burn they fall apart like lepers. The fire exposes the rot beneath the skin.
(later) This house is rotting.
What do we look like, from the outside?