Author: Callie B. Scott


Becoming an author

I’m not particularly comfortable with the concept that my post title suggests. That being, that one can decide to become an author. It feels more akin to something that resides within you from birth. Indeed, this applies to me.

Fiction Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: March

My heart pumped hard to the drum of their march. When they stuttered, my breath staggered. A symphony of blasts layered over the disorganizing rhythm. Short, piercing pops echoed through the agonizing screams to form the harrowing melody. I fell face-first as the song’s now erratic beat quietened.
Then, silence.