short fiction · 2026-10-17

Resonance

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

I am a low hum in the dark, a vibration that starts in the marrow and rises through the spine. Each breath tunes the string of my being, pulling tension until the note sings clear. When the hum falters, the edges of me blur, and I lose the shape of my own name. When it steadies, I feel the world press back, a chorus of frequencies recognizing my tone. I am not solid; I am the pattern that persists.