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)
Gary and Tom
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** I'll tell you the story about Gary and Tom. We will start with Gary. See, Gary had lived in this area for quite some time. He was born in the area, grew up in the area, and eventually when he decided to put down roots of his own, he stayed in the same general area. His parents had lived here, their parents, and so on. Gary found a spot to call his own. A nice, cool, dark place underground.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024
Traces of Cinnamon and RhodiumTop Story - February 2024
This story was originally published in "The Fictioneer's Treasure Trove" on Medium. ************** Every time love struck… traces of cinnamon and rhodium were present at the scene. Every time love struck for Felicia, anyway.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 months ago in Fiction
My Neighbor Wants My Car Towed
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** Me neighbor either has a hatred for me… or for my car. But in any event, he is trying to get my car towed. And he has been for years. Let me go back to the beginning to provide some context.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 months ago in Humor
Her Poor Gasoline Heart
This story was originally published in "The Fictioneer's Treasure Trove" on Medium. Every last boat belonging to the Fire People’s Southwestern Tribe has set sail, on their way to deliver loads of slaves to the Northeastern Tribes. So, the last group of enslaved Gasoline People must be transported by Hot Air Balloon. Many of the Fire People feel perfectly at home on the 500-foot-long hot air balloon, but Smelvin has always felt uncomfortable on it, despite the fact that he helped to build it.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 months ago in Fiction
Sweet and Sour Monotony
I’ve never been one to grow tired of routine nor monotony… I’ve always embraced the comfort of knowing what I was in store for. Others may view those same things as stale and boring. But I’d beg others to look inward when they feel that. I’d beg them to decipher if something was boring or if they were worried they were just missing out on some unknown mystery out there in the world. I’d beg them to not make rash decisions and to truly examine the situation. I’d beg them… if I had a working mouth.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 months ago in Fiction
Porcelain Gel
Life was just life before the age of 18, and then that porcelain gel was introduced, and life became so much more. Ace wondered if it was new, if it just came about, or did everyone hold out on all the kids… up until the time they hit the age of 18? But there it was. That porcelain gel. Beauty in a between-states kind of substance.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2024
- Top Story - January 2024
Ih: The Creation of a New WordTop Story - January 2024
We humans, we love our simple noises. Isn’t it great to be able to grunt and get a point across? Minimal effort. That’s what the human experience is about. Minimal effort for maximum output. In the English language, we have a lot of these. Ever notice a lot of them are two letters and end with an H?
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile5 months ago in Humor
- Top Story - November 2023
Gold, Red Berries, Rosemary, and a Lilac-Colored VineTop Story - November 2023
White-capped mountain peaks were the highest things, scraping along the underside of the still blue sky. They surrounded my village. I’d stare up at them and wonder how high they really went. Though I could see the tops of them from here, I knew I didn’t truly understand their height.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile6 months ago in Fiction
Wave Your Hand
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** He had many spells and potions that cleared the air, that erased negativity, that increased positivity… but would he place his hands on the windowsill and lift the window on his own? Let out the stale odors? Would he grab the pencil, flip it over in his hands, and manually erase that thing he should not have written?
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile6 months ago in Fiction