🫜 Carly Hiebner

@carlyhiebner.bsky.social

Aspiring Author. Mom of 3. Doctor of Physical Therapy. Occasional Wedding Singer.

Annora, in my currently stalled rewrite portion of The Annora Project… #writingcommunity #writesky #awesomecharacters

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters Let's have a gif day! Please share with me a gif that shows how your character is feeling right now (interpret the timing of that as you wish). No other context! Are they having a good day? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Hello! 👋 I’m Carly. I’m currently working on a YA sci-fi, The Annora Project, and have a complete adult romance hiding on my laptop. 🫣 I have an unhealthy love of cheese, despite its hatred for me, and frequently use food expletives. 🫘🧀

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A #SundaySnip from the unfinished rough draft of The Annora Project book 2. Annora’s training has a bit of a rough start… #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompt

 “I’m fine. It’s my fault. I was distracted.”
 “Distracted, huh? That’s one hell of a shiner, Red.”
 “I like it—makes me look kinda tough, doesn’t it?”
 “Totally. Very badass. You’re sure you don’t need me to go beat somebody up?”
 “I’m sure. I’d say, ‘you should see the other guy,’ but the other guy’s completely intact. If only I had a better teacher…”
 He grins then, both dimples showing, before softly pressing his lips to my throbbing cheekbone. Somehow it feels even better than the ice pack.
 “Guess we’ll have to work on that,” he murmurs, his lips a breath away. I can still remember exactly how they felt against mine. “I believe I told you to protect your pretty face, Red, although it's still very pretty like this. Now, are you going to let me in, or am I banished to the hallway for my inadequate training lesson?”
 “I’m a little surprised you’re still here. I figured your dad would have whisked you away by now,” I mumble as I seal the door shut behind us.
 “Nah, he’d probably be happy to be rid of me, to be honest. I’m a bit of a disappointment back home—failed mission and all.” He shrugs, a vacant look on his face. “Plus, I didn’t turn out to be the bargaining chip General Kato was hoping for.”
 “Bargaining chip?”
 Suddenly there’s another loud knock on the door.
 “Expecting company?”
 “Probably just Jackie coming to force me to eat. I tried to tell her I was skipping supper, but she’d probably give me another black eye before she’d let that happen.”
 “Another black eye?”
 We both go silent when it’s not Jackie but Fynn standing just outside the door. His hair is a mess like he’s been running his hands through it, his mouth set in a scowl that deepens when he notices Zane sitting on the edge of my bed.
 “Well, this is awkward.” Zane flops down on my pillow, arms crossed behind his head like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
Samantha Breaux 🌻🌱@woodenvelt.bsky.social · 4mo ago

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com In honor of upcoming Teacher Appreciation Week, we are embracing and educational theme this month. Share a snip featuring a teacher. #WritingCommunity #Writingprompt #Writesky #HQpress

A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for May 3 is teacher. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background image is library shelves filled with books. There is an image in the corner of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing a black graduation cap and tassels that are red and white.

Hello 👋 I’m Carly, and I write about you in the past. Huh. I write sweet romance with plenty of banter and yearning or I’m working on a time travel series with end-of-the-world danger and a complicated love triangle. 😬🥰 #Mememay #writingcommunity #writesky

Sage T. Greene, Author@sagetgreene.bsky.social · 4mo ago

#Mememay 1 Introduce yourself using predictive text. You can try phrasing this in different ways (for example, "I'm ___ and I write about..."). Then tell us what you REALLY write about!

1. Introduce yourself w/predictive text (e.g. “I’m _ and I write about...”)

A prompt game for the month of May, titled #Mememay. Hosted by @sagetgreene.bsky.social . The bottom says "Have fun, interact, and remember alt text!" There is a silly emoji face with wild eyes and tongue sticking out, and some flowers in the corners.

#SundaySnips That first kiss tension… 👩🏻‍🍳💋 A Recipe for Romance 💘 #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompt

 “Maggie, I…” His fists clenched—eyes darting to the ceiling and his face contorting like he was in the midst of an inner battle… and losing. “I don’t want to forget the whole thing.”
 In the time it took her to inhale, he decreased the space between them. That thread of tension filled the gap—buzzing like an electrical storm. Maggie was tired. Tired of fighting against whatever this was. Maybe if they finally kissed, she could get him out of her system. They had twenty-four hours together, why not pretend a little longer before breaking it off cleanly. Maggie shrugged, and he advanced a step closer. Her body turned instinctively toward him.
 “Maggie.” He whispered her name this time, and a shiver ran through her.
 One of those large hands gripped her hip while the other slid around the nape of her neck, tangling in her curls. He slid her closer, pulling her on tiptoes so she pressed against his chest.
 “Mags.” Her name was a breath against her lips. He paused, millimeters away, asking for permission. His nose brushed against hers. 
 Maggie’s hands tentatively found his chest, grasping his t-shirt. Her touch set something off in him, and he pressed his lips, ever so softly, against hers. She inhaled a breathy gasp, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She was lost. The way his mouth slanted over hers. Consuming her. The heat of it. She shouldn’t want this. The hand on her hip pulled her impossibly closer. Maggie could feel his heart pounding through his thin t-shirt.
Samantha Breaux 🌻🌱@woodenvelt.bsky.social · 5mo ago

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com Sometimes those April showers can turn into something more. Share a snip featuring stormy weather. #WritingCommunity #Writingprompt #Writesky #HQpress

A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for April 12 is storm. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background image is blue with raindrops and puddles. There is an image in the corner of a yellow octopus stuffed animal holding a bright magenta colored umbrella.

A Recipe for Romance 💘 Will’s staying at Maggie’s apartment in LA… and is maybe (most definitely) falling for her. Maggie’s hiding in her bedroom, because she most definitely (maybe) will not be falling for Will. And Will’s always hungry. #SundaySnippet #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompt

 Will: Is Chef Mag’s kitchen open for orders?
 She scoffed with an eye roll that would have made her mother blow a fuse. This was one of the many reasons why she shouldn’t even think about him. He only thought of her as some kind of personal chef. 
 Maggie: There’s a fridge full of choices. Help yourself.
 Will: Come on, Boss. The famous chef doesn’t want to show off her skills?
 Maggie: I have no need to impress you. I’m already in bed. If you want service, eat at the restaurant. 
 Will: Worried about your indecent pajamas? I’m not. Pretty please? Your croissants have created a monster.
 Maggie: Quit trying to butter me up.
 Will: So it’s working?
 She set her phone down and then picked it up again before shoving it to the other side of the bed like it had offended her. Maggie chewed on her lip. She shouldn’t. It was too dangerous to be around him. But she wanted to be around him. 
 Biscuits. 
 Groaning, Maggie rolled over and grabbed the phone.
 Maggie: Fine. What do you want?
 Will: You
Samantha Breaux 🌻🌱@woodenvelt.bsky.social · 5mo ago

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com All these new plants and creatures are hungry! Share a snip featuring nourishment. #WritingCommunity #Writingprompt #Writesky #HQpress

A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for March 29 is nourish. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background image is an up close photograph of leaves and shoots. There is an image in the corner of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing purple and turquoise garden gloves and holding terracotta pots and a spade. One of the pots holds a small aloe vera plant.

#SundaySnips A dimple appears (emerges)… Annora’s POV after reuniting with Zane. #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompt

After a minute, I mutter, “You couldn’t have warned me about the giant, neurotoxic robo-birds?”
 Bumping my shoulder against him, I soak up the sound of his laugh.
 “Sorry. It’s not like an entire building was ready to collapse on top of us at any moment.”
 I scoff. 
 “Plus I’m sure you handled them just fine, Red.”
 “If by fine you mean half-paralyzed in an abandoned truck…did take one down with a rock though.”
 “See? Brilliant.”
 Glancing away, I attempt to hide the blush from his praise. We sit like that, I’m not sure for how long, until the door swings open again.
 “Ready to head back, Nor?” Fynn stands in front of the door, staring at the wall in front of him, fists clenched like he wants to punch a hole through it.
 “We’ll talk later, Red. I won’t leave without explaining. I promise.”
 “You’re leaving already? But you’re hurt.”
 “They can’t keep me here for long. I’m sure my father’s already made contact to discuss my return. Why? Will you miss me?” There’s that signature smirk—one dimple making an appearance.
 Bumping him with my shoulder, he stands when I do, pulling me into his arms like he can’t help himself. His chin rests on the top of my head as I wrap my arms around him, inhaling his familiar scent. He saved me. He’s here.
Samantha Breaux 🌻🌱@woodenvelt.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com In spring all sorts and plants and animals wake from dormancy. Share a snip featuring things emerging. #WritingCommunity #Writingprompt #Writesky #HQpress

A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for March 22 is emerge. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background image is an up close photograph of leaves and shoots. There is an image in the corner of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing purple and turquoise garden gloves and holding terracotta pots and a spade. One of the pots holds a small aloe vera plant.

Maggie takes on a few of my lovely qualities—like my inability to keep plants alive. 😂😳 This scene is from Will’s POV in LA. He’s trying, desperately, to convince Maggie that they could be good together. #SundaySnips #writesky #writingprompt

They spent the morning moseying around a farmer’s market, and Will helped Maggie pick out produce for lunch and some plants for her apartment.
 “You know I’ll kill these within the first month.” She laughed, holding up the bag. “I can’t even keep a cactus alive.” 
 Will bought them for her anyway.
 “I’ll text you a reminder to water them every week, so they don’t die a slow, leafy death,” he teased. Any excuse to keep texting her after he left.
 He laughed when she veered in front of him to avoid a grate in the concrete.
 “I can’t step on them,” she mumbled in apology, moving back to her side of the sidewalk.
 Bemused, he couldn’t not ask. “Why not?”
 “It’s stupid. I—I don’t know. I guess maybe I’m afraid I’ll fall through and disappear into the abyss? I know it’s ridiculous, but I can’t help it. I can’t even stand on the drain in the shower.” She covered her face with both hands, groaning in embarrassment.
 He chuckled, prying one of her hands from her face and tucking it into the crook of his arm. “Okay, Mags. No drains. What other adorable quirks do you have?”
 That made her smile. She wrinkled her nose and looked up at the sky. “I’ll never tell.”
 “Maggie?”
 Will turned, eyeing the man across the path who happened to be elbow-deep in tomatoes. He knew that look—longing.
Samantha Breaux 🌻🌱@woodenvelt.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Welcome to #SundaySnips! A once-a-week prompt game for writers hosted by myself and @hookandquillpress.com New sprouts pushing up from the soil is the closest thing to magic I know. Share a snip featuring sprouts. #WritingCommunity #Writingprompt #Writesky #HQpress

A graphic advertising the Sunday Snips hashtag, a weekly blue sky writing community tag. The word for March 15 is sprout. Share a snip from your WIP featuring the word of the week. Use #SundaySnips and don't forget to include alt text. Synonyms, vibes, and variations on the word are welcome! Hosted by woodenvelt.bsky.social and Hook and Quill Press. The background image is an up close photograph of leaves and shoots. There is an image in the corner of a yellow octopus stuffed animal wearing purple and turquoise garden gloves and holding terracotta pots and a spade. One of the pots holds a small aloe vera plant.

I want to write a murder mystery about some writers who meet online and organize a writing weekend. The FMC recently got dumped and wants to write a memoir about the perils of dating. The group gets stranded at a cabin (there’s a murder) and they’re all suspects. An overdone premise, I know… 🫣😂

Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @ NDK@cometkins.bsky.social · 6mo ago

What's something you've written or plan on writing merely for the love of the game? You know your audience may not love it, but that won't stop you. #WritingPrompt

I have two WIPs I never post about. It’s the same “universe” as A Recipe for Romance. Both need a complete makeover. A machete? A shredder? I’ve been editing for so long, I may have forgotten how to write. Here’s to finishing book 2 of The Annora Project and that heist scene I keep putting off.

Zed Prospero@zprospero.bsky.social · 7mo ago

#WIPLash Monday’s suck. So, I thought I’d try a Monday prompt game. What WIPs or ideas do you not talk about as much? Or random ideas you’ve had that have added to you WIP pile lately? What are you excited to work on? No rules. Just blab! 😁 #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting

#WIPLash

Monday’s suck.

So, share a something about one of your older, more obscure, or still just an idea on a napkin state WIPs.

No rules. Just share stuff you’re excited about.
 
@zprospero.bsky.social