creative writing
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A Few Words
Scrounging up confidence, battling insecurity, and facing internal and external opposition is a day-to-day struggle for some writers. Myself included. And it’s not only with writing – it can bleed into other aspects of life, as well. It has been difficult lately to sit down and write and work on queries. Nagging “what ifs?” and Continue reading
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Jury Duty
Parking garages should not be so full this early. The clock says “7:11.” And the paper said be here by “8.” I knew I should have stopped at Starbucks. Though the world’s strongest latte could not prepare me for this. No phone, no computer, no internet, no outside contact. Just a room, 200 strangers, and Continue reading
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When I Left
When I left England, part of me stayed behind. Part of me still rides the train into the city through the early morning haze, and sits at a table by the thatch-roof cottage, sipping tea and admiring the serenity of Richmond Park. Some of me still frolics through the fields of Kew Gardens, the air Continue reading
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A History of Violence
(And here, on Old Poetry Monday, a selection from 2012…) But it doesn’t end. Nothing ever ends. Those who plummet over the edge of darkness do not hit the bottom. No false saviors can catch them with their parables and psalms. They fall forever. And for those of us who do not know what 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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The Kitty
A poem inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven.” Once upon a morning dismal, while I slumbered calm and blissful, Dreaming of all the joyous things that make my spirits soar – I was wrenched out from my sleep, well before the alarm clock’s beep, As I heard the faintest cry come from behind my 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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Blue Screen
Thought I’d share a poem I wrote several years ago for an English assignment when my old desktop computer (which I still have and still works) was constantly blue screening, much to my frustration. Blue Screen Go away, blue screen. With your white words that no one with average intelligence understands. I’m trying to Continue reading
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Breaking Down
Whilst digging through some old flash-drives, I found one of my old creative writing pieces from the first semester of my final year of college, in 2012. Just thought I’d share it because the memory made me laugh. For reference, I’m now 24, and I was 20 when this was written. _______ Some mornings I wake Continue reading
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