Alive

hall was a large, confusing piece of architecture. It seemed the builder was unsure what kind of building he wanted or he had some mental illness. Mismatched pillars held

igh up on an elevated platform on huge throne like chairs. The elders were almost identical but for their hair colours. The one in the middle who Grey guessed was the head of the council had jet black hair

e ordered in a voice so full of author

led souls. The council existed to judge the dreams and unfulfilled aspirations of the dead. They decided who gets a

ince the council. "What is your name?" The elder on the left asked st

me is Grey? Is that not a colour?" The one on the right asked adjusting his spectacles so it sat on

ng his chin and tugging at the wisps of hair on his jaw. All he had planned to say suddenly disappeared. "Yes, young one. What is

n at the cinema, they all laughed! "Grey son of Anderson" the elder in the middle said trying to control his laughter to no avail. "Have you tried

an end to their mocking laughte

Your dream is not worthy of a second chance. Leave!" Grey was not surprised though highly disappointed. He

ing the elders to scream "got ya!" And tell him it was all a joke and he cou

"realistic" dreams. They wanted to be big shots in the land of the living. Own businesses and make money. Grey did

about their daily business which really wasn't much. You see, souls do not need food or money or sleep

elders by name; he had lived in the afterlife for so long, it seemed he was part and parcel of it. Hane made it his duty to teach the newly admitted souls the happenings in the afterlife

ring did not go well." Hane asked now walking with Grey. "

on the pavement. "Who?" Grey asked. "Never mind my friend. Do not worry. The

much better." Grey said mak

now of this." This time the seriousness in Hane's voice got to Grey. "What is going on Hane?" He asked. "Nothing is wrong. Just promise me you will tell no one what

he said emphasizing land of the living part. Grey froze trying