short fiction · 2026-10-15

Dawn of Tales

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the hush before light, the night sky holds its breath, a velvet canvas studded with quiet hopes. From the dark, stories begin to stir—soft whispers that gather like mist, each one a thread of silver pulling upward. They rise not as shouts but as a slow unfurling, a sunrise of ink and imagination, spilling gold over the horizon of thought. As the first rays touch the edges, the tales blossom, bright and unafraid, ready to walk the day.