Hi I’m writing this in my journal I’m at this abandoned barnyard and there is a man walking through the corn maze so I decided to go there too it seems suspicious all alone then the man started to sing

In this corn maze somthings alive

In this corn maze somthing happened

In this corn maze things have changed

Then his voice got darker and it started to freak me out

In this corn maze it has begu...

This field behind my house I know quite well

Know to wear long pants to cheat the briars

And long sleeves too, the skeeters to repel

Watch your feet to save pollen suppliers

Walking to the edge requires an hour

A fallen log provides a resting spot

To search for the rare, elusive flower

I was distracted, that’s how I got caught

No one could hear me yell in the meadow

Too late remembering the lesson...

“Wait, don’t go in there!” My sister yelled, the distance between us growing further. I venture deep into the field, the corn stalks a wall around me.

“For the love of God, Ben! Get back here!”

Dead leaves decaying on the soil attempt to pull me back, to return me home where the mystery of this neglected corn field will remain unsolved until the intrigue weathers away. But the smell of smoke w...

The ground was tough and compacted, mulch chips buried not too far into the grassy carpet.

Each step felt like walking on cold tile.

The grass seemed to shiver with the wind, recalling some sort of traumatic memory within its roots.

It could only watch.

_Oh, what a beautiful meadow._

_What horrors took place underneath the sky’s yellow?_

The grassy valley was framed by mountains and forest in...

Walking

Talking

Wandering

Blundering

Finding

Minding

Sending

Mending

Hunting

Wanting

Trying

Flying...

the air felt suffocating. it stuck to my glistening skin and infected my pores without permission. my feet swam in pools of sweat as i trudged through grass up to my knees. i found myself constantly bending down to itch at the uncomfortable blades that sliced my skin. as i made my way closer to the creek, i could hear battle between rock and water. the air felt a bit lighter finally, yet a heavine...

It’s been 3 years since I’ve been back here. I honestly never thought I’d return,as they say tho revenge is best served cold. Nothings changed t still the same old empty field filled with nothing but weeds, smells of dog and cat urine from the local strays intertwined with trash that’s baked in the hot Nevada sun all day.

He thought he took my power that day, but it’s funny how much you find when...

The grass tickles my toes. They tell me to wear shoes, to cover my feet, but I want to feel connected to the ground beneath me. I want to remember what happened here, seventeen years ago. She was here, and I was here, too, but different. If I close my eyes I can almost see it again: the two of us at the base of that old oak tree, sagging with age then and broken now. I can hear the whispers of the...

A twinge of pain spreads like fire across my neck as my hand smacks against it. The mosquito that had been having its fill of my AB+ supply suddenly burst in my hand not even having the time to enjoy its last supper. I stick my hand out in front of me and look at the contrast of the now dead insect on the pale underside of my hand which in turn is contrast to overgrown flourishing green of the fie...

In the mid afternoon sun, Daphne walked, shoulders obviously sulking, though the mostly empty field behind Potter’s Ranch. She was flanked by several trees which were scattered throughout the valley and appeared to be standing guard for intruders like herself. The field sloped up relatively gently on both sides to a hill, meeting in the middle to form a small drainage channel, which she now walked...