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Marie A. Rebelle

@RebelsNotes

❤ @TheGrandMasterT ❤ ZA born; NL rooted ❤ Writer / Editor ❤ Photographer ❤ Bullet journaling ❤ Respect. Kindness. Love

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There was a time I was incredibly active on Twitter (I will never call it X), but I've outgrown the platform. The only purpose it serves now is to showcase writing by myself and others. Other than that, I'm not active here. Why share this? Because I needed a new pinned tweet!

RebelsNotes's tweet image. There was a time I was incredibly active on Twitter (I will never call it X), but I've outgrown the platform. The only purpose it serves now is to showcase writing by myself and others.
Other than that, I'm not active here.
Why share this? Because I needed a new pinned tweet!

“I learned that I had to be very careful. It was important to never criticize anybody as you never knew what relation the person you were speaking to might bear to the person you were being critical of.” — Glenn M Stewart medium.com/serial-stories…


“What worries me more is that Georgina has stopped coming to work. She needs the money, so I can only hope she found a different job. I cannot imagine having to take care of a child alone.” — Jason Tabrett medium.com/serial-stories…


Stockings and Speeches They say to picture your audience naked, but this is even better! mariearebelle.substack.com/p/stockings-an…

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They say to picture your audience naked, but this is even better!
mariearebelle.substack.com/p/stockings-an…

“The Hansens lived just off downtown, in the sort of neighbourhood that isn’t a neighbourhood. The only reason anyone there would pay attention to the folks next door would be to rip off their television.” — J. Crispin-Ripley medium.com/serial-stories…


Weathering the Storm A storm, a dilapidated motel and something under the bed mariearebelle.substack.com/p/weathering-t…

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A storm, a dilapidated motel and something under the bed
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“When we become fertile, for the first time we become conscious of time. We start counting hours, days, and weeks. We realize we’re mortal. We start living here and now with all our might, squeezing every bit of juice out of our flesh and…” — @NPascaleva medium.com/tales-of-blue/…


“I first started going to Kuwait in 1985. I found it to be a fantasy land of money. Within a day or so of being there, $10 million started to seem like pocket change. That was the effect that the place had on one’s imagination.” — Glenn M Stewart medium.com/serial-stories…


She Didn’t Want To Fall In Love Shadows Of Mayday #35: Judith #2: She loved her life, slowly climbing the corporate ladder, and having affairs with married men mariearebelle.substack.com/p/she-didnt-wa…

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Shadows Of Mayday #35: Judith #2: She loved her life, slowly climbing the corporate ladder, and having affairs with married men
mariearebelle.substack.com/p/she-didnt-wa…

“She was standing in the stateroom in her birthday suit. She slept in the nude, and, upon identifying her visitor, she had not bothered to dress. After her husband had died, Dr. Lam had been her first lover.” — @SMRevolinski medium.com/serial-stories…


“I ate lunch at Lone Star Bagels after all, and then deposited my cheque. My next move wasn’t as obvious. I was still supposed to be trying to find out what had happened to Dexter.” — J. Crispin-Ripley medium.com/serial-stories…


The Circle Of Life A poem inspired by a jumble of thoughts about my life and that of generations before me mariearebelle.substack.com/p/the-circle-o…

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A poem inspired by a jumble of thoughts about my life and that of generations before me
mariearebelle.substack.com/p/the-circle-o…

“We’re certainly younger than the distinguished, grey-haired gent in a linen suit and Panama hat who introduces himself as, ‘Arthur Harret, local historian, medieval scholar of little renown, something of an expert on Tanariar, and…” — @marshawritesit medium.com/mmm-mondays/ba…


“‘You know what I saw?’ His lips barely moved, yet his voice cut through the stagnant air. ‘A sixteen-year-old girl. Aiman. She said she wanted to be a doctor. She said it every day… and I believed she can.’” — Rayan Khan 🔥 ✍️ medium.com/serial-stories…


Trapped Inside The Heart Of Africa Africa will always be a part of me, part of who I am mariearebelle.substack.com/p/trapped-insi…

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Africa will always be a part of me, part of who I am
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“She scowled, tugged at the hem of her cardigan before checking the porch light was off. She didn’t want any of the pesky kids from the estate knocking on her door with their confounded ‘Trick or Treat’ questions.” — @more_matters medium.com/short-and-weir…


“She was too serene to cover. Deidre lifted the blanket and began to wrap it around Verruca… tucking in the sides, like she knew what she was doing.” — @kezzamac medium.com/serial-stories…


Hyperfocus On Some Fronts In the rearview mirror: Writing Week 42 of Twenty Twenty-Five mariearebelle.substack.com/p/hyperfocus-o…

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In the rearview mirror: Writing Week 42 of Twenty Twenty-Five
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“Known for her risqué appearance, she did not fail the spectators’ expectations. Her light gray skirt flowed close to her slender torso, its length an inch shorter than the conservative fashion of the day. She did not wear a bustle.” — @SMRevolinski medium.com/serial-stories…


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