Hi! My name is Hannah. I am a 22-year-old LGBTQIA+ writer from Tennessee. I grew up in an impoverished family in Appalachia and while I had a rough upbringing, there is nothing I love more than sharing my experiences through my writing.
Mimi's Myriad of Blackberry-Related Miracles
Some people accuse me of having old-fashioned sensibilities. In many ways, these accusations are correct. In my defense, I do come by it honestly. I was raised by my Mimi, (my Grandmother, for those unfamiliar with the term) who was also raised by hers in turn. Due to her upbringing, she was well acquainted with all the traditional Appalachian methods of making do. While I remain unfamiliar with certain elements of her country education like how to castrate hogs or make lye soap, I have the proud blessing of getting to carry on many of her ideals and traditions.
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. The countryside used to be spotted with farms and livestock, but the farmers have long since fled and farmed newer, less blackened ground. Still, there is a serenity to the valley despite the lingering stench of sulfur and smoke from the small brush fires that dot the greenery. The Dragons make an impressive scourge. They can be found almost anywhere in Vacqik but they were drawn to this valley, probably for the same reasons people are. The river that runs through the town is the very same river that runs through this basin. I would not swim or drink downstream from the river knowing what the townsfolk have been doing to it, but the dragons crawl indiscriminately up to the stream and drink gluttonously at the water’s edge. I love coming out here to watch them despite our typical, adversarial relationship. I put my sword beside me and lie back into the soft grass I had been sitting in and close my eyes. I take in the warmth of the sun and the cacophony of smells in the abandoned valley. This is my place. This is where I have purpose.