When you’re blind
you have only sound
of joy to remind
and confound…
Flash fiction and short works
By Steve Alvest
By Steve Alvest
By Steve Alvest
By Steve Alvest
By Steve Alvest
Laszlow knew it would rise to over forty six feet tall just like the other gates, but the gate seemed bigger than he had imagined. As the gate was roughly the shape of a pyramid, its width also increased to nearly fifty feet wide. Once it reached its full height, the vibrating stopped and the front of the gate silently shimmered as if it were the surface of a silver lake.