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Aspiring Author. Querying: The Annora Project. Mom of 3. Doctor of Physical Therapy. Occasional Wedding Singer.

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 15h

Rough draft from Book 2 of ✨The Annora Project✨ #wipsnips #writingcommunity #writesky “more” for “ultimate”

The love triangle forced to go on a quest (that I haven’t written yet) together—

Fynn sighs, slamming the door shut behind him, and drags the upright chair as far away from Zane as physically possible. With all the seats currently occupied, I lean awkwardly against the door, ignoring both Zane’s smirk as he pats an open spot next to him and Fynn’s murderous glare.
“Turns out, Kato thought our faction had more of the element just lying around, and tried to make a trade. When he found out we’re as much out of the element as they are here, it turned into a bit of a bloodbath. Your buddy Fynn here, volunteered us to go on a suicide mission to extract more from The Facility to keep the peace. See, my father would love nothing more than for me to die a hero for the cause, so this was a no-brainer.”
“It’s not a suicide mission. It’s a heist. And Cael’s device will work. It’s almost ready,” Fynn growls, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“My bad…a suicide heist.” Zane’s eyes close as he relaxes back into my pillow.
“I’m coming with you.”
“Absolutely not,” Fynn scoffs like it’s the most idiotic idea he’s ever heard.
“You’re not ready, Annora. You need more training.” Zane’s voice of reason lessens some of the anger I have at Fynn’s blatant refusal.
“Then train me.”
“It would be my pleasure.” The heat in his gaze reminds me of our earlier “training session,” and I feel my cheeks flush. “But we’re leaving as soon as Cael’s devices are ready, which doesn’t give us much time.”

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 23h

Oh I’m very serious about brinner. I’d eat literally any breakfast food for an evening meal! 😂

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

Brinner (breakfast for dinner) is fantastic!

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

Thank you! ☺️ (as I hum the Shia Labeouf song 🤣)

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

🤣🤣🤣🤣

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

🤣 truth.

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

I had written— he wondered if she’d taste like it too, but then I pictured my grandma reading it 🫣😂

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

Thank you so much! ☺️

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

Great combination of sensory and humor! Love it!

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

Augh!

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

Ooo I like it already!

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 1d

A #wipsnip from A Recipe for Romance 💘 #writingcommunity #writesky

“Push”

“Will! For cryin’ out loud! I asked Elias where the bathroom was, and he told me it was this one. I didn’t know you were in there! Why are you naked?”
Enjoying her embarrassment a bit, and the fact that she took in his half-naked form briefly, albeit appreciably, before covering her eyes, he stepped closer, almost cheek to cheek, before whispering, “What is it with you and trying to follow me into the bathroom? If you wanted to see what I looked like half-dressed, you could have just asked.”
He expected her to stiffen or push him away, but instead she leaned into him, pressing against his bare chest. She smelled like oregano today. Forcing himself to take a step back, he watched her cheeks turn a very lovely shade of red. In fact, it was spreading up her neck as her eyes opened, already narrowed in the cute glare she was always fixing him with.
“Plus, one is generally naked while showering. Or is that different in the big city as well?”
Suddenly her facial expression shifted—eyes glued to the ceiling.
“Eh. I’ve seen better.” She shrugged.
Will grinned before bopping her on the nose like he sometimes did to Elias when he lied. She blinked a few times, staring at his mouth, before shoving past him into the bathroom.

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 5d

✨The Annora Project✨
#wipsnips #writingcommunity #writesky “battery”

Annora’s POV—

I fish my MP3 player out of my purse. Hopefully I can finish my pizza and maybe an oatmeal cream pie before the battery dies. Music blasting, I don’t even hear the jingle of the bell on the door until a familiar form is sliding into the booth across from me. A Fanta orange now sits in front of me. I can’t help it—I smile. I smile because he’s still one of my best friends. Because he knew I’d be here in this booth alone. Because even though I’m in love with him and not sure that I can even stand him right now, I can’t imagine not having him in my life—even if it’s not in the way I dream about.
“Nor?”

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 6d

“Cell” instead of “dungeon”
A very rough excerpt from book 2 of ✨The Annora Project✨
#wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity

Dystopian future: Fynn is hoping now that they’re here, together, they can be something more than friends. But there’s always something or someone in the way…

Fynn’s staring at me—panic etched on his face. “I’ll be back, Nor. I meant what I said.”
“I’m coming with you.”
There’s no way he’s leaving me here when Zane is somewhere in this compound. In truth, I’m more than a little hurt that Zane asked for Fynn and not me, but he must have a reason. Fynn sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“Where are they holding him?” He turns back to address Elias.
“In holding cell B. I don’t know if it’s a good idea for her to…” Elias says in a hushed tone like I’m not ten feet away.
“I’ll take care of it.” Fynn cuts him off.
“Hurry up. The general’s getting impatient.”
Fynn shuts the door gently, his back toward me—head hung low and an arm resting on the solid metal. Suddenly he turns, stalking toward me. Reaching for my hand, he pulls me up from the bed and straight into his chest.
“I need to keep you safe, Nor. They’ll be listening to everything,” he whispers against my hair. “Can you stay here, please? For me?”
I almost break at the pleading in his voice.
“I can’t. You know I can’t, Fynn. I’m sick of being kept in the dark.”
Pushing against his chest, he sighs as he allows me some space. Dark blue eyes search mine, his brow furrowed, hands still gently gripping my waist. Jaw clenching, he finally nods, knowing I’ve made up my mind, and I’m coming whether he likes it or not.
“Fine. But this” —he motions between us— “this isn’t done. Come on then, we have to hurry.” He hands me my boots, waiting as I slide into them before leading the way toward the holding cells.

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 8d

If I dare try it, I’ll let you know!

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 8d

I think you might be right! 🫣😂

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 8d

I might have to try that!

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 8d

That is a good idea! I debated about a dry-erase board! 🤣

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 8d

A #wipsnips from A Recipe for Romance 💘
#writingcommunity #writesky

This scene (but characters reversed) may have been inspired by true events 🤣🫣

Lost in her thoughts, Maggie almost missed the soft nudge against her glove. Will continued walking slowly beside her but held out his hand—an offering, if she wanted it. Glancing at his face, she noted the deep inhale, the lack of teasing—the missing smirk. Was he nervous she’d deny him? Suddenly taking his hand felt like she was accepting more than just warmth and companionship. She forced a swallow. Scanning for witnesses and finding none, she allowed her hand to slide into his warm, strong one. Something about it just felt…right.
“Thanks. My hands were cold,” she muttered, not really knowing what to say.
He coughed, stifling a chuckle. “Right. No problem.”

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 9d

🤣 love it!

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 9d

“Shed” instead of “store”
Book 2 of The Annora Project (a very rough draft)
#wipsnips #writingcommunity #writesky

Future dystopian world—Zane, Fynn, and Annora are testing out some equipment, and end up in the area of Annora’s childhood home where a fire destroyed her family.

We’re approximately two-hundred yards from what used to be a large home—the only evidence being a small shed that’s partially intact behind heaping piles of ash and debris. I turn toward Annora, only to find her tearing toward the cluster of torn buildings ahead. Weeds grow from cracks in the concrete, the wind carrying a bitter smell that never seems to leave this place. Breaking into a sprint, I follow after, Fynn already two steps ahead of me like he expected this to happen. Suddenly the detector shrieks, and she stops, shaking it.

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 10d

No wanting her outage to simmer, she hustled after him, wading through the congested hive of excited well-wishers. #saturdaysnippet

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 10d

Aw, thank you!! ☺️ I keep going back, trying to add in more layers and texture!

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 10d

“Search” instead of “hunt”
A Recipe for Romance 💘
#writingcommunity #wipsnips #writesky

He falls first—

Finishing his last bite of cake and homemade ice cream, Will wandered out onto the back patio in search of Maggie. He found her resting on the railing, staring at the sunset, the lavish streaks of reds, oranges, and yellows warming her dark chocolate curls. He clenched his fist, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers through them.
“Hiding?” Will leaned onto the railing, close enough that their shoulders touched. He noticed her stiffen slightly before relaxing into him.
“It’s a little nuts in there—a lot of…hot air. Plus I don’t get too many sunsets like this in the city. Or quiet.”
He hummed in agreement, breathing in the crisp, fresh air—his exhale a slow, visible cloud that hovered a moment before dissolving. She bumped against him.
“Enjoying your surprise party, birthday boy? There were quite a few candles on that cake.”
“Don’t I know it. If the candles didn’t remind me, the crick in my neck this morning sure did.”
Maggie laughed. He wished he could bottle up that sound and listen to it whenever he wanted.
“What did you wish for?”
Will scoffed. “And break the cardinal rule of wishes? No way. If I tell you, it won’t come true.”
“Alright. Well let me know when it comes true.” She grinned at him, and he thought she had never looked more beautiful than she did right now—with the sunset in the background creating an almost angelic glow from within.
He liked this relaxed version of her.
“Oh, you’ll probably know.” Will cringed, clearing his throat like it could make the words disappear. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud—not with things between them hanging precariously by a thread.

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carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 11d

True! I might need more coffee because the thought didn’t even cross my mind this morning! 🫣🥴🤣