Rodney Hatfield Jr.

Spring Blossoms

If you are reading this, then I am more than likely dead. I want you to understand something before you read any further. I am not a dramatic person. I am not the kind of man who makes things up or tells tall tales to get attention. I have lived […]

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Boo Barn

Waylan stood in the dim light of the early morning, his truck parked at the edge of a forgotten dirt road. He bent down and laced up his knee-high snake boots, pulling the strings tight to make sure they fit just right. The boots were tough and made for rough

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The Man in the Photograph

The photograph looked ordinary at first. On a quiet Saturday morning, the small neighborhood yard sale did not look very exciting. A few folding tables stood on the sidewalk in front of a modest brick house. Cardboard boxes sat under the tables. Old blankets were spread across the grass with

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The Killdeer

The Killdeer

In the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, where rugged ridges jutted upward like the ancient, weathered spines of slumbering giants, and the valleys plunged into deep shadows that clung stubbornly to the earth, the forest guarded its mysteries with a quiet, unyielding vigilance. The people who called those mountains home,

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Forbidden hunger

Forbidden Hunger

In the desolate and decayed outskirts of Harbor Point, where shattered hopes and forgotten desires mingled with discarded remains, an awe-inspiring scene unfolded under the perplexing night sky. A mysterious alien creature, originating from a distant celestial realm, hid itself in secrecy and emitted a captivating light. It moved gracefully

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