The shovel scrapes against the earth.
The deeper I dig the harder.
My sore, tired hands keep digging.
I reach for the rotting body.
"Only two more left to go".
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Six Word Stories
AléatoireThese aren't stories, more like... sentences. Use your imagination and figure out what they mean to you- what you see when you read these six word stories.
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The shovel scrapes against the earth.
The deeper I dig the harder.
My sore, tired hands keep digging.
I reach for the rotting body.
"Only two more left to go".