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 (112/0)
- 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 Avitabile8 days 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 Avitabile23 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023
- Top Story - October 2023
Invisible Success
It was probably the best I’ve ever done in any competition in my life… for anything. So, it gives me immense pride. I had entered the Launch Pad Prose Writing Competition with my short story “Darkness of the Ecuadorian Sunset.” I had entered this contest with different stories three times before. The first two times, nothing happened. The third time, I moved on to the second round which was a great feeling. And it was progress. But then nothing else. And the next round, the Top 100, that was when you would start to reap the benefits. That was when you’d get your story promoted to people in the industry.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 months ago in Writers
Primordial Magic: Cells for Spells
It was under the old Avaluschia tree 500 steps from the edge of the village where Tommen always told Skavver all the most important things. It was where Tommen told Skavver that his mother was dying. Skavver cried. Tommen cried too. It was the first and only time Skavver ever saw his father cry.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2023
- Top Story - September 2023
Secrets Held By House's Walls
It wasn’t a big house or a small house. It was modest. It wasn’t an extravagant neighborhood or a poor neighborhood. It was pleasant. Except for the bend at the end of the street that was perpetually dark… that’s where the house was.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 months ago in Horror
