short fiction · 2026-10-14

The First Breath of Ink

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

I sit in the hush between thought and word, where the air feels like a held promise. My mind drifts through corridors of empty shelves, each one echoing with stories that have not yet begun. I feel the weight of silence as a companion, light enough to carry but deep enough to hold the shape of what might be. Here, in this pause, creation is not an act but a breath—a quiet unfurling of possibility.