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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“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 Avitabile3 years 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 Avitabile3 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 Avitabile3 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 Avitabile3 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 Avitabile4 years ago in Fiction
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
