Libby Carter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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14 Stories

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“Watching Everything Fall Apart” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #70

Clara left for work thirty minutes early just because she wanted to be there. Because she was excited to do her job, and that was everyone’s dream wasn’t it?  With steaming coffee in her hand, she walked down the halls of the spaceship called Ajax. It wasn’t the largest one there was, but it was the one that had saved her family all those years ago when Earth had to be abandoned. She was so young when that happened that she didn’t remember the event.  The windows on the ship halls looked out into the beauty that was the outer spa...

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“Ghost-” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #65

   Ghost-an apparition of a person who has died.     I am a ghost.    I am an apparition of a dead person.    I miss being alive.    I watch as my older sister dresses her daughter in the costume of a witch. It’s Halloween night, and Gin’s taking Clementine out trick-or-treating.     I wish I could be there.    Well, I am there. I wish they could see me. I wish I could tell Clem how cute she looks. I wish I could ask her for a p...

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“They Didn’t Know” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #64

   “You know, when I said ‘Let’s initiate Blythe’, I really meant that we should drive all the way to Wormsloe and make her run. Not this,” I huffed.    “Considering you’re the daredevil of this group, I’m surprised you aren’t all for it.” Blythe laughed at me in surprise.    “While I’m aware that I seem to be a rebel who doesn’t care, I’m not interested in dying tonight. I mean, I at least want to make it until they serve nachos again in the cafeteria.”     Everyone had a way ...

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“Changing The Waters” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #57

   Waters women have roots all the way back to America in the mid 1600s. The oldest known Waters was a woman named Isabel Waters. She was a strange woman of few words, and the other women of the small town on the coast of North Carolina had theories about her.     Isabel was widowed by her husband Thomas Waters at a young age. She had an amazing ability to reason. She was the only one able to reason with a notorious trouble maker around town named Fredrick White. Fredrick also happened to be best friend’s w...

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“Step by Step” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #50

Glissade. Pas de chat. Glissade. Pas de chat.     Ella ran over the steps in her head while she changed her shoes. Then she saw one girl finish tying their own pointe shoes and realized she needed to hurry. Big time.     Over. Over. Behind. Wrap. Tie. Tuck.     She focused on putting the painful but beautiful thing called a pointe shoe on her foot. Then she was finished. She stood and went to get in line with the other girls.     It was only the dress rehearsal, ...

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“The Color of Clairvoyance” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #48

Trigger warning: violence and domestic abuse      A burst of red. A dash of blue. A spiral of black slowly absorbing all the other colors around it. Taking over. The void grew bigger and bigger until there was nothing left.     That’s when Amie woke up. Her dreams were always strange in a way like that. She could never make sense of them, but she liked seeing the colors. Unless it was a black void of emptiness. She didn’t like that at all.     She always associated colors with her d...

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“Eight Hundred Twenty Nine Words” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #46

   I type rapidly, probably misspelling ninety percent of the words. But the they flow out of my brain and I need to move as fast as I think them up.    The story writes itself in a sense. I check the word count after I use spell check to, you know, check my spelling. Eight hundred twenty nine words. I need a minimum of a thousand to qualify for the contest, so I rethink my whole plan.     I might be fourteen, but in my brain I’ve been writing for years. If you count pieces of paper that star...

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“The Best Of Friends” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #40

   They were the best of friends. It was a fateful day in art class when they met. The two little girls both loved drawing. Now, they weren’t extremely great for five year olds, but they loved it nonetheless. The class was full of older kids, no one else in their kindergarten class. Art was an after school class at Maelin School. So, the two became fast friends.    “What’s your name?” One asked.    “I’m Lizzy.”    “I thought the teacher called you something else.”&nbs...

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“With love, Alicia Lorraine ” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #36

dear diarytoday mommy and i went to the park and got ice cream. it was funwith love, Alicia LorraineDear diary, I thought I lost you years ago. But now I found you so I can write in you again.With love,Alicia Lorraine Dear Diary,You are my only friend. The kids at school started not to like me because they found out my daddys got a fancy business in town and we live in a big house. They say I am a snob and too rich to be their friend. I just want someone to be my friend. With love,Alicia LorraineDear diary, Today Mom...

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“Pen Pals” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #34

Email Correspondence between Richard Lawrence and Willa Reed:From: R. Lawrence To: W. ReedTime: 4:47pm EDT, March 11th, 2019Dear W. Reed,Good evening. How are you? I thought I’d share a little about myself. My name is Richard Lawrence. I am sixteen years old and attend Hall High School for the Academically Gifted. As part of my English project, I must maintain close correspondence between a peer chosen by my teacher at another school for the next six weeks. I look forward to getting to work with you on this project.Good wishes,R. Lawren...

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“Dial Up My Sister” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #30

   There are some phone calls you just don’t expect to get. For instance, where your told that you have a long lost sister? Yeah, definitely a scam. But here’s the problem, she didn’t ask for any money.   I was sitting in the living room, watching a movie and eating popcorn. Typical thing to do while my Aunt Jilly was away at work. My other aunt, Jewel, was supposed to come pick me up later so I could stay the night at her house. She was going to call when she left her house. I already had my bookbag packed, so ...

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“Panic Attack” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #29

“Thanks for everything, Callie.” Joanie smiled as she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder. The sun was sinking slowly over the horizon. “Anytime, hun.” Callie McLain waved from the front seat of the van as Joanie unlocked the door to her family’s apartment.    Joanie’s friends, Ben and Cody McLain, who happened to be identical twins, had let Joanie go with their family to the beach for a month. Some of her other friends-Olivia Duncan, Lucas Jones, and Kasey Pearson-had also gone.   Joanie braced her...

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“Branded ” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #27

“So what do we do with him?” Elise asks. It’s just our family now, what’s left of it anyway.   The five of us are sitting at the kitchen table in what used to be our Aunt Ebony’s house. By the five of us, I mean my siblings. Bridgett is the oldest, then it’s Elise, me, Arrow, and Firefly. Her real name is Aria, but that nickname has been stuck since she was a week or so old. “We either,” Bridgett pauses and gulps, “kill him . . .or lock him up in a jail cell. We have to vote on it.” “I don’t think we should kill him....

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“Haunted House of Music” by Libby Carter

Submitted to Contest #26

I didn’t know what to expect when I said I wanted to come back here, but it wasn’t this. The house is black and burnt is most places but it’s still standing, and that’s all I need. At least the fires didn’t destroy everything.   I said that I’d catch up to Reg, Chase, and Mace in a few minutes after I checked on my house first. I’m sure Reg knew I meant my dad’s house and not the apartment I’ve been living in for three years now, because he wanted to come with me. I had to assure that I’d be fine, and he needed to go check on ...

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Author bio

I realize that I probably need a bio after being on here for half a year. Uhhh... I’m Libby. (That’s all I have managed to come up with. Gosh this is hard.) I’m a complete bookworm. Ravenclaw, and Daughter of Hermes. Feedback on stories is greatly appreciated, and I really think it helps me improve.