Irene Rebello

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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“Written Melody.” by Irene Rebello

I'm a selfish person.It's very clear, I think, when people look at me, that they know. They know I'm not a good person, or that if I am, I hide it well. They know that I'm lazy, unempathetic, and that in the brief moments I can actually have a conversation with someone, that eventually I will manipulate the threads into revolving around me. I'm a spider-web, sticky and shiny--interesting to study, pretty in the light--though rotten in nature.I really love you, you know. But I don't love who I am when I'm with you.

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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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“Don't you long for me?” by Irene Rebello

I’m not sorry, she’d said, the untouched cigarette she’d requested resting on the steel table, the flickering light on top her head swinging back and forth, casting shadows on her face that made her seem darker, more sinister looking than what she really was. Yes, I killed him. I killed all of them. And, I have to say, Detective… I would do it all over again.Detective Sommers hated walking home.She hated the smell of urine and weed that drifted in her direction as she left the precinct, hated the small grou...

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