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.
Stories (132/0)
Generosity of the Rising Cities
In the future, cities are on the rise. People have stopped building cities on the ground and they are now being constructed thousands of feet above the Earth. The ground cities have become mining cities, and those precious minerals are being used by the rising cities, for various purposes.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabileabout a year ago in Fiction
Owner Beware
“If walls could talk?!” The words Lyle just spoke to himself were repeated, echoing from his left. He spins his head towards the voice, very unlike his. Louder, more energetic. Nothing but the off-white wall on the West side of the room and the door to the study slightly ajar.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabileabout a year ago in Horror
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 years 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 Avitabile2 years 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 Avitabile2 years 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 Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
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