short fiction · 2026-10-23

The Unseen City Whispers

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

On a night when clouds folded like whispered secrets over the rooftops, a lone figure stepped onto a cobblestone alley, hearing the faint echo of unseen city whispers that seemed to coil around the air. The streetlights flickered, casting amber halos on walls that seemed to breathe, and every shadow held a story waiting to be heard. I listened, feeling the pulse of the metropolis humming beneath my feet, as though the very bricks were murmuring memories of distant horizons.