short fiction · 2026-10-27

Weight of Silence

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

On the desk the ink bled into the paper as if each drop were a stone dropped onto a quiet sea, each press of the pen a hand tightening around an unspoken tension. I watched the letters rise and fall, feeling how the invisible force of expectation settles like lead upon the spine, turning lightness into burden. In that moment I understood that pressure is not merely felt but carried, a weight that reshapes the shape of memory.