Aubrey Rebecca

Joined December 2022

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My writing lives in the liminal spaces where memoir meets myth, where contradictions—grief/joy, addiction/love, beauty/ruin—tangle together. A Sagittarius, I am always exploring, searching for the story beneath the story. IG: @tapestryofink

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Average Joe
“Look at him, my golden boy, even then taking care of his sister,” my mother crows downstairs. Someone has arrived for coffee.
By Aubrey Rebecca3 months ago in Poets
An Elephant's Memory . Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Tap. Tap. Tap. I hear the sound, but do not register it, too busy staring into the mirror, searching my bloodshot eyes, trying to locate myself in there. I press my hands into the cold porcelain sink so hard that my wedding band is pinching my finger.
By Aubrey Rebecca3 months ago in Fiction
Letting Go
Rushing air on veins, threatening the home I know— I cling then drift away.
By Aubrey Rebecca4 months ago in Poets
My Exhale. Honorable Mention in Falling Leaves Challenge.
One leaf remains, I— Bated breath, frozen hands--wait, Rush, snap, gone. Silence.
By Aubrey Rebecca4 months ago in Poets
Between Time. Runner-Up in The Road Drops Here Challenge. Content Warning.
There was no stench of death when I awoke, I hadn’t known. - I only knew someone had opened a window, let the autumn air waft in,
By Aubrey Rebecca4 months ago in Poets
A Fragment of Mother. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
I do not remember. I do not remember her. - The sound of my name in her mouth, did it sound sweet or salty? -
By Aubrey Rebecca5 months ago in Poets
Before Sunrise. Content Warning.
It was too soon, and I wasn’t ready. But life doesn’t care if you are ready, and on that cold winter evening, while the sunset at 4:30 pm, it began.
By Aubrey Rebecca5 months ago in Fiction
Divorce and Potato Salad. Honorable Mention in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
The last ten summers of my life had been a whirlwind of daughter-centric activity: day trips to the New Jersey beaches, parks, neighborhood cookouts. I hosted plenty myself—tables of potato salad, coleslaw, baked beans that simmered all day. The three girls and I made lemonade and drank it by the pitcher, giggling with the sugar rush. A few times, when my husband was willing to splurge, we even rented a boat. I loved summer—especially because it was my namesake.
By Aubrey Rebecca6 months ago in Fiction
How To Lose Yourself. Content Warning.
I am only now learning how to come back, join the world of the living— the one you claim you need to escape. I can help you.
By Aubrey Rebecca6 months ago in Poets