Irene Rebello

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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“New York Thrills” by Irene Rebello

It’s 1986 in New York, and the city is brimming with change. Matthew feels right smack in the center of it. He feels it in the wind, sees it in the leaves. The cement under his feet feels his steps and smoothes down to the sound of his heart. He exists, he’s here, and the city welcomes him with open arms. Its embrace is warm like a mother’s, so tangible he can almost smell its perfume wafting through the open wi...

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“Compelling, Masterful Things.” by Irene Rebello

When Peter was twelve years old, he saw magic for the first time.It'd been a drowsy, boring summer spent far away, in a place Peter had no real attachment to and no desire to visit, and nearing teenhood, he'd gotten a terrible mood that had not dissipated since his mother told him they were going away for the month. He'd cried when packing and screamed when he was shoved into the car, but by the time they'd arrived, his temper had dimmed into a faded, nagging thought in the back of his mind. It clouded his vision of the beach--whic...

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“Absent minded.” by Irene Rebello

"Jordie, don't go," Harriet cried, grabbing onto his shirt. Her eyes were wide, shining, and he almost let himself fade at the sight of her.Almost was the key word. Hetty was good at breaking his heart--she'd done it ever since she came into his life. By now he was used to it.He knelt in front of her and said, with a confidence he did not feel, "I'll be back. You know that. I always come back.""But you always come back late," she mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks.It was absurd, he thought sometimes, how ...

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“What you made me.” by Irene Rebello

Trigger warning: birth complications     Jude was born already dead. The umbilical cord, the doctors noticed, was wrapped around her throat, long since choking her. She came out not red, but a palid, sickening blue. Her mother could not understand--her daughter had been a fighter in her womb, kicking relentlessly, not letting up for even a second. Days prior, she’d joked with her husband, “Don’t forget to bring earplugs. We’ll need it for the crying.”

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