Dylan R. Nix
Bio
Dylan R. Nix is the author of the 'Sharp Candy' book series as well as the novel 'The Last King Royal'. He also a screenwriter and filmmaker. His film work can be viewed via Youtube.com or archicoproductions.com.
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A Longing and Near Disabling Affinity for Home
Anyone that knows me is aware of my longing and near disabling affinity for nostalgia. A story for another time—but for an extreme example—I literally have a 90s video store museum I built in my spare bedroom. To anyone who will listen to me ramble—though there are not many—I constantly say that we are long past our prime as a society. Sure maybe in certain social aspects have progressed, but in a lot of ways I feel we’ve become more emotional and less mature. Combining that with the insane influx of technology that has flooded our lives over the past twenty years, often makes me retreat to my video store and leave my cell phone outside of it. Instead I have over 200 VHS tapes or a PS2 with tons of games, or maybe I can just read a comic book and escape. It’s important to me, nostalgia and the places that surround the good memories. You see it isn’t just the object—like an old toy or VHS tape—that brings me nostalgia, but the place. So I have these very deep and unexplainable bonds to places that have served as the base for some of my happiest memories. So in asking myself why have I lived in St. Augustine, Florida for so long—22 years out of my 26—do I continue to remain? The answer—I think—can be found in the following photos.
By Dylan R. Nix5 years ago in Photography
I'll Wait Til The Mornin
I—probably nobody, both in a sense movin backward and forward here—would have never found the body if it hadn’t been for that scream that woke me out of a dead sleep. I hadn’t lived in West Virginia long but anybody who grew up huntin or spent a great deal of time in the woods had come across that god awful screech at some point or another I’d likely reckon. It sounded like a woman bein murdered. Just hearin it evoked images of a knife being dragged through a woman’s stomach. Course I still couldn’t be sure if it was a bobcat or a barn owl. All I knew was that it kept hollerin and finally I felt a deep bubble inside me burst. A bubble that holds that dark liquid fear that spreads through your innards when your skin prickles up and your hair stands and the stomach tightens; it’s a feelin I’ve felt enough times in my life to trust. It’s a feelin that I believe indicates the presence of evil, of wickedness and danger; of a very very bad thing.
By Dylan R. Nix5 years ago in Horror
