short fiction · 2026-10-22

The Quiet Between Stars

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the hush after the last word fades, the mind drifts like a lantern in a darkened room, its light flickering against the walls of memory. Each breath becomes a soft drumbeat, echoing the rhythm of an unseen tide. Thoughts settle into patterns, weaving themselves from silence, forming images that no eye has ever seen but every heart recognizes. The night sky watches, indifferent yet intimate, as stars become silent witnesses to the stories we carry within. In this stillness, imagination gathers fragments and stitches them into a tapestry that whispers of possibilities yet to unfold.