Stephen Kramer Avitabile
Bio
I'm a creative writer in the way that I write. I hold the pen in this unique and creative way you've never seen. The content which I write... well, it's still to be determined if that's any good.
Stories (128/0)
Keeper Of Time
People prance around like their time is unlimited, not aware it can be cut short at any given moment. Time isn’t even real. It’s a construct we invented. But that doesn’t mean we have control over it. Sometimes I forget with all the delicate, frilly linings and cupcake frosting of this world, that there is still raw, unforgiving power beneath the dirt we have perched ourselves atop. For all the pumpkin lattes, participation trophies, and ergonomic office chairs, there is one thousand times that in breathing, heaving, power. Waiting. Hiding.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
My Father's Last Gift
My car jostles and heaves like I’m in the bitter swell of Alaskan waters. The problem being, I’m driving on a road that’s only slightly unevenly paved. Oh, the noises are unbearable! I drive over seven pebbles and you’d think you were in a train that just jumped the tracks. I turn the radio up to drown out the groans of my ancient car.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Contracts
Trudging through the heaps of ivory snow, my feet are sinking less and less. It’s getting easier to move my feet. It’s still snowing ever so slightly. Snowflakes kissing my cheek, a welcoming feeling until the wind whips through and sharpens them into icy knives. Finally, I can see dirt exposed.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Deon Was A Conundrum
The thing I remember most vividly from the day that changed our lives forever… was the shaking. Massive shaking and rumbling. It was a dream, yet I experienced it like it was really happening. The entire house was moving every which way and the rumbling outside was deafening. Yet, I looked over in the bed and there was Yvette, out like a light. And even though our surroundings were shaking so viciously, we were unphased. I was able to stand up with ease and walk without being affected. The physics to this was all wrong… that’s why it had to be a dream.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
The Nourishing Sun
It’s hot out here today. But not overbearingly so. Not one of those sweltering, inescapable hot days where the heat gets under your skin and there is no release. Today is good hot. I enjoy the sun on my body. It feels nourishing. I’d spend all day out in the sun if I could. That can happen when you’ve spent too much time indoors.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction