#cornfields

[midwestbelladonna]

corn fields blurring past me

[magicalmoon989]

Chase the sunset, and let your dreams light up the horizon. 🧡

[highways-are-liminal-spaces]

Wisconsin, between Chicago and Minneapolis in the late summer

[sangcounty]

Love in the Prairie State

[yalagator]

Back in Ohio

photos by me

[paisleyfinch]

i'll think of you early

[meriol-lehmann]

arbre, montée lanthier, sainte-justine-de-newton

[rustbeltjessie]

Midwest Scheherazade

I am trying to save my own life so I’ll tell you the one about the man in tweed riding a velocipede through a cornfield. The one about the haunted antique mall. The one about the haunted cornfield; that one has a cursed clown doll and a Country Kitchen where the water tastes like blood. I’ll tell you the one about the meth addict bashing the rapist’s face in; in the parking lot of a Country Kitchen. The one about the iron tang of blood. The one about wandering through a cornfield drunk on moonshine, the moon high and yellow above. The one about the corn maze where I found the jaw bone of some critter, a bit of meat and skin still stuck to the hinge, all bloody. The one about being chased through the streets of a small town by a horde of theater- student zombies, then fucking in a corn field. The one where I wonder why so many of my stories involve goddamn cornfields.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, NaPoWriMo 2026 (Day 24)

From my own “Scheherazade” prompt.