twisted apples

i live in the midwest and my name is nathaniel

[lesbx]

oh man. oh golly. oh lord oh geez oh man i sure fucked up my skyrim so badly

[lesbx]

LUIGI THIS ISNT WEED

[rust-belt-gothic]

Instax Mini 90 / Moonville Tunnel / Moonville ghost town, Ohio

[engaveae]

by david j. thompson

[engaveae]

it isn't often that something so exciting happens in the rural parts of your area. you find people gathered around a fence post, staring out into an open meadow with their phones in their hands. they all gasp and mutter and whisper in excitement. when you push through their bodies, you see a brilliant white horse, meeting your eyes.

you're back in your bed. the house smells like fried potatoes.

[engaveae]

tearing down the nearby corn field was the worst mistake they ever made. it was once a place of refuge. in warm, humid summers, you would find watering holes in the woods and splash around in the cold creeks nearby, letting your legs get cut on the burrs hanging from the bushes. in the winter, you would walk through the barren and cut remains of the stalks, having massive neighborhood snowball fights when the ground was sufficiently covered. 

as they develop the new neighborhood, you see the things moving through the windows of brand new houses late into the night. when you walk through, you can feel the slide of the dirt under your feet, where things wait beneath the earth. you think you see yourself on the other side of the field, watching you. 

you decide to leave.

[engaveae]

it's humid in the summer, and humidity is the perfect weather to go hiking in. the creeks are filled with sediment and mud and rocks. stepping inside barefoot means you might cut the bottom of your feet, and it means you might slip and fall and be carried away by the current into unknown territory.

dragonflies buzz over the water, fighting and creating life of their own all at once. you see a lot of tiny water bugs underneath the rocks you pick up in your friends to hurl across the stream. the water ripples when you decide to skip stones and see who’s pebble can make it the farthest. it's a good day, in the blazing heat, and the water is cool despite the sun.

a log has fallen into the creek, creating a bridge between the two parts of the land around you. as you cross it, you realize everything is too quiet. you're alone. where did your map go?

[engaveae]

by david j. thompson

[engaveae]

the pinnacle of midwestern education is standing at curbside stop signs in the early hours of the morning despite the cold air and frosted-over grass. you stand unnaturally close to the others at the stop, people who may be your upperclassmen or people who may be your underclassmen, because everyone knows that you have to stick together to combat the things that lurk in backyards and watch you between fence posts through the freezing mist of 6:40 in the morning.

[engaveae]

by david j. thompson

[engaveae]

by david j. thompson

[engaveae]

by david j. thompson

[engaveae]

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