I spent this weekend with my family at Festival Number 6 in Portmeirion, Wales - music, poetry, scenery, storytelling...all the good stuff. It was far and away the most middle class thing I have ever done...but it actually really worked. Even the security team were happy.
In celebration of sixes, some six word short stories, as originated by Ernest Hemingway with his classic "For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn."
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| He stopped carving. The stone smiled. |
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| "Open mic cancelled." Words failed him. |
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| Beneath the beehives, her hidden bones. |
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| I should have told her. Everything. |
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| That door would never open again. |
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| Ruined candle. Burned at both ends. |
