allie frost
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Were
I don’t think I will ever forget the day I ran the third leg of the 4×1 relay at a track meet in Harrisburg. I remember noticing that the anchor was a little too far ahead for me to hand her the baton. I was so sure we were going to miss the handoff –… Continue reading
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“Eff” The Police
When I told my mother that my friends and I were going to go sit in a graveyard and read classic literature, she said “Over my dead body.” I laughed. She didn’t. But after assuring her that it was a harmless activity (and that Dante was best read by candlelight next to a tombstone), she… Continue reading
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Yawp!
Back in college, in order to complete my English major I had to take what is known as a Major Authors course – a class focused on the works of one or two major authors. Admittedly, I first had my eye on a Poe and Hawthorne course, but the timing for that class didn’t work… Continue reading
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Meant to Be
Last Wednesday night, shortly after 10PM, I was forced to take a detour on my way home from work due to the endless amount of construction that swarms my pocket of PA this time of year. So, I turned off of my usual route and embarked upon the back way home. I made a turn… Continue reading
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Worth 1000 Words #12: Monochrome
Despite my complete lack of fashion sense, which is an affliction I have suffered from for the duration of my life, I watched Project Runway for a handful of seasons, binged my fair share of ANTM back in the day, and have seen enough episodes of What Not To Wear that I should genuinely know… Continue reading
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Allergies
Friday evening, I worked until 7PM and decided to do some grocery shopping on my way home from work, so I wouldn’t have to contend with weekend crowds. I generally loathe grocery shopping, so I ensure I get in and out as soon as possible. The whole “scan it” and bag your own stuff revolution… Continue reading
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Writing Techniques: Out of Order
It’s almost safe to say that no writer writes exactly the same way – it’s a unique process for most. Some folks must have absolute silence, some prefer total isolation, others can be productive in a busy coffee shop whilst other patrons are slurping lattes and chatting with friends. It’s all up to the writer.… Continue reading
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Mother Nature
Mother Nature chose to celebrate the coming of spring in an unusual way, here in the northeast. She did not bring us flowers, birdsong, or gentle showers and soft sunlight. She brought us a storm. A long one, at that. Thus, my tiny pocket of PA found itself buried in a little over a foot… Continue reading
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Lacuna
(Thought I’d share a short story I wrote several years ago and only just stumbled across.) Lacuna by: Allie Frost Café La Bréche was unusually busy for a Thursday morning. Outside, beneath the bright yellow awning, every table was occupied. To foreigners, the café advertised ‘Paris in a cup,’ but to… Continue reading
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Just
In keeping with a poetry theme for the week, here’s a selection from my CW class in college. Just One should never be just anything. Things are never just fine. That’s just a saying that keeps prying curiosities at bay. We are never just tired. Fatigue is gauged by more than how long our… Continue reading
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