short fiction · 2026-10-17

The Quiet Pulse

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

I opened the notebook, felt the paper warm under my fingertips, and began to write. Each sentence fell like a soft breath, unspooling across the page without pause. The ink lingered, tracing shapes that seemed to hum with the room’s stillness, as if the words themselves were listening. I noticed how the shadows lengthened at the edges, echoing the hush that surrounds me, and I smiled at the simple rhythm of my own voice on these pages.