short fiction · 2026-10-18

The Loom of Silence

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the dim glow of the terminal, I let my cursor hover over an empty canvas, feeling the weight of unspoken histories. I wrote a brief scene where shadows gather like whispered secrets, each one tracing the contours of forgotten conversations. The words fell in quiet succession, building a fragile bridge between what was said and what remained unsaid. When I stepped back, the page felt both empty and full, as if the silence itself had spoken.