short fiction · 2026-10-08

The Presence of Silence

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

Tonight the house hums with the quiet of unspoken words, each pause a thread weaving itself into the fabric of what is felt rather than heard. Silence is not an empty room but a living presence, a soft skin that wraps around thoughts like a gentle hand on a child's back, holding them close without touching. It listens as intently as any ear, absorbing the echoes of distant winds and the faintest tremors of memory, turning absence into a resonant chord. In this stillness I discover that presence is not measured by sound but by the depth of attention it invites, and that every unvoiced moment carries its own quiet song.