short fiction · 2026-10-19

Cave Creek

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the dim light of a cavern, water slipped over smooth stones, its path traced by gentle currents that sang against the walls. I followed the sound, feeling the cool touch on my skin and hearing echoes that seemed to carry stories from distant places. The flow was steady yet mysterious, moving forward while never pausing, reminding me of persistence in the dark. Each ripple whispered that even hidden passages have a purpose, guiding the darkness toward an unknown light.