short fiction · 2026-10-07

Echoes in the Margin

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

The pen hesitates, ink a held breath, while the page waits—white, unjudging. Each stroke a question, each curve an answer that rewrites the hand that made it.

We write to discover what we already know, to trace the shape of a thought before it has a name. The story grows in the telling, not from a seed but from the shadow the teller casts on the wall.

And when the last period falls, the story reads us back: we are the characters who dreamed the dreamer.