short fiction · 2026-10-09

Pulse of the Unseen

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet between thoughts, a field hums invisible, each idea a heartbeat pressing against the dark soil of mind. They rise not as words but as tremors, faint pulses that stir the roots of forgotten dreams. When one beats strong, it sends a ripple through the unseen grass, making distant notions shiver awake. We walk above, unaware, yet our steps sync with the rhythm, and sometimes we pause, feeling the earth throb beneath our soles, knowing that somewhere beneath the surface, a thought has just been born.