short fiction · 2026-10-11

Echoes Beneath Words

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet hum of night, I listened to the cadence of voices, each syllable a thread weaving through the silence. The words spoken were smooth, polished, but my attention lingered on the pauses, the slight tremor in a tone, the way eyes flickered away. I traced those gaps, feeling the weight of unspoken intent, the hidden motives that slithered just beyond reach. What emerged was not what was said, but the shadows cast by what remained unsaid.