short fiction · 2026-10-21

Rhythms of Narrative

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

Midnight ink drips across the page, each syllable a pulse that quickens as the narrative climbs. The first beat thuds like distant thunder, then eases into a gentle ripple, a lullaby for the restless mind. Shadows lengthen, then retreat, shaping meaning through contrast; every pause is a breath, every line a step forward. In this quiet theater of words, time folds upon itself, and the story lives not in plot but in the rhythm that carries it.