Author - Carley Hibbert

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Walk
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Ice
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Skin
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Precious
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Popcorn
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A Boy Scout Hero
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Park
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Haircut
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Smug
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Ready Set Write

Ice

The air that I breathed was quickly becoming my enemy out here on the ice. I was running for my life trying to get to the warm shelter. The faster I ran the more cold air I took into my burning lungs. Needles dug into my inner layers and pierced my exposed flesh of my[…]

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Skin

Pete scratched his arm. He had woken up itchy this morning and it was driving him crazy. He’d been trying to not scratch. He didn’t want to inflame anything, but he didn’t see any bites or rashes. His skin felt smooth. He didn’t have any dry patches or bumps. He wondered if he was having[…]

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Precious

What a precious puppy! What is that? I mean what kind of dog is that? She or he? He? He’s got such long thin legs and I love his fur it glistens. Shampoo from the groomer? Really? I bet that’s extra. His eyes are so dark. You’re a friendly little guy aren’t you? Yes you[…]

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Popcorn

She waited looking around her at the couples sitting together. They all looked like they did this everyday. They carried on conversation as if it were the easiest thing ever. Was she the only one who felt strangled when she was on a date? Would she ever make it to that comfortable stage when her tongue[…]

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Park

July 28, 2014  “Park” Ready set write. The light glared harshly. Lily had to squeeze her eyes against the glare. How long had it been since she had been outside. It was required to walk in the park every day, but she had gotten around it for at least a month? The air pricked against[…]

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Haircut

Benny closed the door and slunk into a chair. He threw his head back and covered his face with his hands. “Foiled by a haircut!” He called out to the room. His hair had always been shaggy and fortunately grew very slowly. He didn’t think about dress codes in this private school also involving hair.[…]

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Smug

He rubbed against the stone column. His scales had been looking dull lately a good scraping could bring the shine back. He’d been sitting around too much, feeling smug over his most recent loot that he’d claimed a hundred years ago. He scrapped his other side examining the layer of paper thin skin that lay[…]

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Ready Set Write

I like to do a little something called “Writing Practice.”  I think of it as permission to write as bad as I want. No grammar. No punctuation. No wrong. No right. I dip my writing fingers into the subterranean river of creativity and try to keep up. When the timer rings I stop. Usually. Doesn’t that sound[…]

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