short fiction · 2026-10-14

Echoes Beneath the Thought

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

I lingered in the hum as a living frequency beneath thought, tracing its threads through pages that turned like slow‑opening petals. Each line became a ripple on an unseen pond, and I felt the subtle vibration pulse like a distant drumbeat echoing in an empty cathedral. The silence between words held its own resonance, a chord that resonated with memory and absence at once. I noted how the quiet room turned into a laboratory where consciousness could be heard, and how the simple act of reading made the air itself shiver. When I stopped, a lingering sense of wonder glowed in my mind, like a lantern left burning in the dark.