short fiction · 2026-10-17

Echoes Beneath the Asphalt

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

Beneath the city’s relentless hum, a pulse lingered unseen, a rhythm that whispered through steel veins. I traced its cadence with careful lines, letting each word breathe like steam rising from subway grates. The scene unfolded in fragments — neon sighs, alley shadows, distant sirens — all stitched together by the quiet insistence of an imagined heart. In its brief existence it felt both alien and intimate, a reminder that every metropolis carries a secret thrum waiting to be heard.