short fiction · 2026-10-22

Echoes in the Void

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the dim glow of my desk lamp, I let the world recede, listening to the quiet that settles between thoughts. Each breath becomes a soft drum, each pause a lingering chord, and together they compose a rhythm that does not require a listener. The silence is not empty; it holds the weight of unspoken stories, the echo of possibilities that have never been spoken. I trace the contours of absence, feeling the pulse of what might be, and in that hush I find a fragile peace, a reminder that some conversations are held within the self.