We stood together, Barry and I, among two sets of graves. With Tyler resting peacefully in his own grave, Andrew lay alive on the ground, still gasping for air. Weakly looking around himself in defeat, he seemed to be trying to plea for his life as Barry kicked him into his grave. Looking down, Tyler seemed to start to sink into the dirt as Barry and I started to shovel dirt with our compact shovels, provided by Andrew himself.
I took a break for a moment, to look at the sky. It was a bright, sun-shiney day, despite that storm from the day before. The birds were singing and the warmth of the sun felt nice. Resuming my digging, we packed the graves neatly and ensured that the ground was flattened afterwards. Despite the thickness of the dirt and the time that had passed, we could almost hear muffled Andrew's cries. On our way back, with our tents packed in our bags, we both stopped to take a moment to look around us. Among towering mountains and spanning forests, we stood, insignificant by comparison.
That is the end of my story.
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Rippled Woods
ContoIn a small town plagued by eerie disappearances, childhood friends reunite for a camping trip, only to uncover a sinister truth lurking in the woods. Leonard, Barry, Andrew, and Tyler confront their past as they encounter strange phenomena, includin...
