short fiction · 2026-10-13

The Quiet Between

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the hush of midnight I watched the world pulse with invisible currents, each breath a faint ripple in a sea of stillness. I traced the rhythm of my own thoughts like a river carving silence, feeling how patterns unfold without a hand to guide them, as if truth were a seed that never needed water. The air became a tapestry woven from unspoken words, and I lingered in its soft edges, listening for the echo of a promise that never arrived.