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Elias' Bones

Elias' Bones

A Story by silasthegray


Elias’ BonesToday is the anniversary of the day we buried Elias’ bones in the local cemetery. The day I sang hollow words at his funeral, ..
My Favourite Colour

My Favourite Colour

A Story by silasthegray


My Favourite ColourI stand in the soft evening glow outside Elijah’s house and wait for them to answer the door. I check the time on my phone an..
9:07

9:07

A Story by silasthegray


When you wake again, the sunlight is gone. The spider is nowhere to be seen. The clouds are grey and brooding. The clock still blinks. It doesn’..
I wonder if the spikes in the grass ever hurt his feet

I wonder if the spikes in the grass ever hurt his ..

A Story by silasthegray


I wonder if the spikes in the grass ever hurt his feetWhen I was young, I often stayed in a bach on the edge of Lake Taupō. It had a clear view o..
Not a Long Way Down

Not a Long Way Down

A Story by silasthegray


Not a Long Way DownOtis steps wearily out of his front door. He squints in the sunlight and pushes his glasses back up his nose. Sunscreen and sweat, ..