Daniella Libero

Joined May 2020

15 stories

Bio

I dabble in short story and magic realism ( fantasy). Your reading and encouragement matter.

I have a business name (PhraseFarm Cultivating Words since 2013) and have published under both Danielle O'Donnell and Danielle Rebbechi.

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Demi's Afganistan
When Demi went to bed she heard whispers, and she crept to the living room door. At first she couldn’t make out what her parents were saying. Then her mother spoke louder, “Michael, come to bed, it is more comfortable there.”
By Daniella Libero4 years ago in Fiction
Mind My Brother
Through the window, he could see a thin fog creeping across the ground between the gums. He felt an increase in moisture where the sleeves of his polo shirt ended, and his breathing felt restricted. He had often felt like this since events had brought him from his city home to this sixty-year-old house on the northern side of a mountain. A mountain with bush, and bird songs of all types. They even haunted his dreams.
By Daniella Libero4 years ago in Criminal
Afternoon Flight
The broken key wobbled out of the door and fell to the floor. It was an old cast iron key, grown brittle and cracked. Now I would need to call for a pair of pliers to turn the key, and unlock the door. Locking myself in a room to escape the guests : my vacationing adults and their energetic offspring had seemed like such a good idea.
By Daniella Libero4 years ago in Fiction