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E. K. Rebeles

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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A Case of Aisiodoxiopia

Submitted to Contest #289

Alayna woke up before the rooster’s crow, as usual. The small shack she called home was always a little chilly in the morning, but it didn't bother her. She glanced out the window to see the bright field of flowers, with the vivid sun rising behind the trees. She slowly stood, stretched, and meandered towards the kitchen, smiling at the happy photos on the wall and the beautiful bright blue paint and gorgeous matching wallpaper. She smiled at grammy’s old dog Luna, a small terrier, who always liked to sleep curled up in the corner. Grammy l...

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My 2024 Resolutions

Submitted to Contest #231

My 2024 resolutions Theme for 2024: Love and joy Relationships: Michael: Sexual: Have sex at least once a week Give him surprise oral at least once a month Send the kids to our parents for our monthly sex day Intellectual: Finish writing our book together Start developing our new tracking app Take an Arabic class together with the kids Adventure: At least one romantic getaway without the kids Monthly date days with new activities Go cycling weekly Connection: Quarterly happiness sur...

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A powerful night in a powerless city

Submitted to Contest #58

They never warned me that having kids would make me hate my husband. I never thought it could happen. I adored him. I felt like he was the perfect one for me and we were so happy. After the two indescribably bad marriages I had before him, our marriage was a breath of fresh air. Then came our firstborn, a son. Klay is a joy; compassionate, caring, and gentle like a butterfly. He always has a smile on his face and works to make everyone around him smile. Despite the constant attention that a newborn needs, my husband and I remained close. I...

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Connected knees, connected hearts

Submitted to Contest #56

"Ama, do you have any friends I haven't met?" I ask my grandma as she gingerly pulls her rings over her arthritic knuckles to prepare to knead the buttermilk biscuits she is making. My Ama has the best stories and it’s one of my favorite activities to listen to her stories while she bakes. She chuckles lovingly and gives me a warm smile. "Of course, my dear. I've only known you twelve years and there have been many people who have come and gone through my life in the fifty-five years I had before you were born." She sprinkles the count...

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Hello and goodbye...forever

Submitted to Contest #56

I glance up from my conversation with my friend, Beth, and behind her, I see him entering the café holding her hand. Waves of emotion rush through me; fear, surprise, anxiety, excitement, desire, and joy, all at the same time. I had never expected to meet his wife and had hoped I would never have to. Seeing her felt even worse than I could have imagined. She looks so kind, so pretty, so wonderful. Remember, he doesn’t want her. He is with you. Yeah, but not publicly. Publicly he’s still with her. I argue with myself. I try to refocus on m...

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Initiation of an imposter

“1:15 am, 50 meters east of the river, across the bank from the old willow tree. Come alone.” The message had been hastily scrawled on a torn piece of paper.Four hours. Alice thought to herself. She glanced in the mirror at her square jaw and shaved head and felt confident. I can do this.At exactly 12:15 am, Alice taped her chest flat, applied a fake goatee and penciled in her eyebrows. She put on the brown cloak and hood that had been left with the note at the park and slipped into her hiking boots.After a short drive to the river, Alice pa...

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Cast your vote now!

Submitted to Contest #54

Trigger warning: suicide The song “Lean on Me” starts playing on Deirdre’s phone. She stretches back in her deceased father’s worn-down red fabric recliner and sighs. She slowly reaches over to find her iPhone lying face down on her discolored black Ikea side table under two layers of magazines and confirms it’s her best friend, Daksh. Dierdre knows she should answer so he doesn’t worry and it’s been several days since she talked to him. She pauses the reality show on her TV and answers. “Hey. What’s up?” She asks with a flat v...

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We are women! We are warriors!

Submitted to Contest #53

I wonder if there comes a time in every woman’s life where she is sitting on a hill in the middle of the woods in only her hiking boots, a bra and shit-covered leggings with her bloody hands wrapped in her siblings’ clothes. When that moment came for me, I was an unsuspecting victim. My sisters sat there with me in the dirt, also in their bras and leggings. To be clear, when we left the cottage, we all had shirts. Yet, as with many things in life, the day was not to go as planned. This was the 8th annual Bezrel sisters’ trip. Each year...

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Author bio

I am a recovering perfectionist seeking to learn how to overcome failure by allowing myself to engage in vulnerable and creative endeavors.

I've had a love for sharing and listening to stories with friends and family for as long as I can remember. I believe this is how we connect with each other and how we learn empathy.

With the recent long-term quarantine, I've been gifted some extra time and a strong desire to learn something new. Hence, I'm diving into my writing journey.

Being a goal-driven person, I will share my goals here for accountability:

1.) Post at least one short story per contest each week until 2021.

2.) Absorb the wisdom and coaching anyone is gracious enough to offer me. I accept all kinds of feedback - as long as I am learning! :) Thank you in advance for any coaching you are able to offer me!

3.) Help anyone who may have less experience than me.

4.) Meet some new friends and inspirational folks.