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 (33/0)
The Cheese At Grandpa's House
Sam rushed into his grandpa’s place, stopping to look around wildly. There was his grandpa sitting in his chair in the living room. Sam threw his hand in the air and did an erratic wave. Arm still in the air, he sprinted off to the bathroom.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 months ago in Fiction
Conquering Demons
Brock rounds the corner at top speed, stumbling as his foot catches a loose piece of gravel. He braces himself with both arms extended, his hands slamming onto the sidewalk. He quickly pulls himself back up and without hesitation, continues sprinting.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile5 months ago in Fiction
Absolute Uncertainty On The Train
The sound of rapid metallic banging coupled with Bishop being flung to his right and slamming his head into a window… what a way to wake up. Pain seethes through Bishop’s temple. He grimaces and rubs his head. One of the joys of getting older. Bishop often falls asleep without planning on it, which results in waking up in alerted and urgent ways. Can’t be great for the heart.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile6 months ago in Fiction
Hot American Summer Sun
Thomas is caught in a half-sprint, half-stumble with just a dash of insane-arm-flailing as he flies across the tall weeds and crashes just behind an enormous oak tree. He pulls himself up from the dirt and pushes his back against the oak, hiding himself… from them. A cloud of dust settles in the air. Thomas tries to blow it away. It’s a dead giveaway. If they see the dust circling around him, they’ll know his exact location.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile7 months ago in Fiction
Born In The Fold
Hakeem has always been someone who takes a book on an airplane with grand plans to read it in entirety and inevitably only gets through a couple pages. Hakeem knew this about himself as he dove into “Journey to the Center of the Earth” but thought this time would be different. It’s a book he hadn’t read in decades.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile8 months ago in Fiction
If Time Is Infinite...
March 8th, 2131 Dirty air sweeps slowly along the desolate plains and attempts to enter Sara’s nostrils, though her balaclava is pulled tightly over the bridge of her nose. She can still smell the putrid, stale, deathly stench of the gray-green skies. And though the smell is one she has had the misfortune to sniff her whole life, it’s always far stronger outside.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile9 months ago in Fiction
