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 (132/0)
They Called It The Ice Bowl
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** They’re calling it the Ice Bowl, and it is already exciting, just barely into the second quarter. Sam is enjoying hanging out with his friends, he feels he needs to really savor these times. They can’t always all get together what with school schedules, work schedules, distance between them for eight months out of the year. This is a time where they really need to relish…
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 months ago in Fiction
My Secret Talent
I have a secret talent that I haven’t been able to tell people about. Well, it’s about to come out. Here. But still, I won’t be able to share my talent everywhere. Is it a talent? Is it a special skill? I’m not sure how to classify it. I’m also afraid talking about it will ruin it, jinx it, and it will fade. But if it does, oh well.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 months ago in Humor
Fish Gods
This story was originally published in "The Kraken Lore" on Medium. ************** February 7th — 10:33 A.M. The net is bulging with struggling fish as it’s lifted over the side of the ship and plopped down on the deck. Quez and Ziva watch on curiously. The ship attendants saw away at the net, ready to collect the catch.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 months ago in Fiction
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 Avitabile5 months ago in Fiction
Traces of Cinnamon and Rhodium. Top 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 Avitabile5 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 Avitabile5 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 Avitabile5 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 Avitabile5 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 Avitabile6 months ago in Fiction
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