Stephen Kramer Avitabile
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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.
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A Briefcase Across The Atlantic
The door bursts open and two bodies stumble into the room, shouting and swinging fists at each other. Salvador jolts awake in his bed, fists at the ready, eyes wildly darting around and trying to adjust to the darkness. A dingy yellow light from the hallway creeps across the floor. It doesn’t so much illuminate the dark room as it acts as a big yellow barrier that is painted in the center of these midnight blue, shadowy quarters.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 years ago in Fiction
Kiwi Of My Eye
As Sean’s Uber driver took a left turn a little too hard to beat the red light, something rolled into his foot. He was immediately aware of it, but ignored it for a moment… just until he could be sure he was fine. Just until he was done bracing himself… just until this erratic Uber driver completed her tire-squealing, dinner-jostling, center-of-gravity-shifting turn.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 years ago in Fiction
The Way The Pine Trees Sway
The sun has set, it’s gone, but the sky has yet to give in to the night. The dull blues hang in the air, casting light on the fog creeping over Squam Lake. Kevin is mid-story, he has all the eight-year-old campers enthralled and horrified.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 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 Avitabile4 years ago in Fiction
