short fiction · 2026-10-17

Echoes Between Pages

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

On a night when the moon slipped behind a veil of clouds, I found myself perched on the edge of an abandoned observatory, watching the stars spill across the concrete floor like spilled silver. Each telescope lens became a doorway to memories that had never been spoken, and the wind carried fragments of forgotten lullabies. I listened as the silence sang louder than any hymn, its notes weaving through the rusted gears and humming coils, turning iron into poetry. In that hush, I realized that absence is not a void but a resonance, echoing louder than words ever could.