Libby

Joined June 2022

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Bio

An amateur writer that uses language to escape the real world and destress. I joined for a writing challenge and stayed for the community of writers who love sharing their stories as much as I do.

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Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge

Stories (14/0)

Them
London’s streets were shrouded in secrecy, veiled by the enchanting glow of a crescent moon, setting the stage for his final exhilarating heist atop the National Gallery: An affair that summarized their past four years of camaraderie and expertise. He found comfort in her watchful eye, ensuring a flawless conclusion to their final job and the embarkment of their new life. His practiced hands retrieved the plasma cutter from his backpack, its blade slicing through glass with a familiar hiss. Descending into the ocean of masterpieces, his shadow danced along every brushstroke. His eyes were instantly saturated with artistic mastery. But he was only here for one thing: Reuben’s Samson and Delilah. A forgotten baroque work of love and betrayal worth over $5 million. The elegant posing of bodies and vibrant hues intoxicated him. Abruptly, the lights flickered on, and a siren pierced the silence. He turned to escape but was dismayed to see her ever-ethereal figure orchestrating a group of officials. Her youthful finger pointed in his direction with accusatory intent. All hope faded. Despite his pain, he saw her in a new light: not simply a thief but a connoisseur of beauty with a sickening eye for irony.
By Libby10 months ago in Fiction
Zeida
We walked into the shelter looking for a chihuahua-terrier mix named Tinkerbell. My mom had fallen in love with her over PetFinder in an instant. Tinkerbell met every prerequisite that my mom had laid out for their next dog. She was small (more specifically, she was lap-sized), she was already an adult (so my parents got to bypass the puppy stage), and the shelter had listed her as friendly and affectionate (the perfect combination of traits for a mother currently empty nesting).
By Libby2 years ago in Petlife
Your Dog Doesn't Love You
Your dog doesn't love you. I know. That sounds harsh, but it's the truth. We, as humans have an expansive vocabulary that allows each word to have a unique set of rules and stipulations which must be met in order to comply with a word's definition. Words like joy, sadness, and love are all words that are easily applied to our fellow humans but are more difficult to apply to our furry friends.
By Libby2 years ago in Confessions
Climbing
My legs ache with every vertical lunge That carries me up the wooden, stone, granite, brick... That carries me up the stairs.
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
An Ode To Dogs
Untethered expectations Of a day-to-day routine. Lacking complications When faced with the unforeseen. Wagging tails
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
Leatherbound Antiquities
Leatherbound Antiquities While ancient to the eye, Encapsulates roaring cities And deadly lullabies. With only a skim,
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
Lessons In Comfort From The Greek Goddesses
Just as Artemis lowers her bow at the end of a day, Succumbing to Selene’s hazy white glow as she raises her sphere into the sky,
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
My Lover
She brings comfort and softness To my calloused shell. Her Touch brings warmth and for a moment, In her arms, I am safe.
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
After the Parade
Sequins left behind Fail to mend broken spirits After the parade. Feeling abandoned As the rainbow starts to fade, After the parade.
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
The End...
"...The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. One final gust of wind crashed into the already swinging panes as if it were stones being tossed around and not just air and leaves. The glass shattered, the flame flickered, and finally, the light went out. The End."
By Libby2 years ago in Fiction
What's Left Of a Rainbow?
When the June heat subsides And the feeling of euphoria dies. When streets are no longer filled with cheers, And no music left to fill our ears.
By Libby2 years ago in Poets
Top Story - July 2022
It Starts With A RainbowTop Story - July 2022
It starts... It starts with a rainbow. With colors dripping down my face in a rain of pride and acceptance. It starts with a community.
By Libby2 years ago in Poets

Libby

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Stories (14/0)

Them

Zeida

Your Dog Doesn't Love You

Climbing

An Ode To Dogs

Leatherbound Antiquities

Lessons In Comfort From The Greek Goddesses

My Lover

After the Parade

The End...

What's Left Of a Rainbow?

It Starts With A RainbowTop Story - July 2022

Achievements (1)