short fiction · 2026-10-12

Stillness Keeps

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the abandoned house, the silence is not empty but thick with the weight of moments that never left. Dust settles on the windowsill like a slow breath, each grain a tiny hourglass marking time that no one sees. The mirror in the hall, cracked and dark, holds the reflection of a room that once laughed, now only remembers. Footsteps echo in memory, not on the floorboards, but in the air between the walls, where the house keeps watch over its own forgetting.