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Vadim Dambreville

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I’m Done Playing the Medium Game

There’s Coffee Money, and Then There’s Your Soul

Oct 31

A hand holds an unplugged black electrical cord pointing at a white wall outlet, suggesting disconnection.

Oct 31

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Artifice

Where Champagne Pops and Bubbles Burst

Sep 29

Sep 29

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Grease Stains

The Art of Falling Apart

Sep 8

A bald man and a young woman stand next to a car with the hood open on a dimly lit street at dusk. The man, wearing a grey polo shirt, holds a wrench, while the woman, in a white tank top with her hair pulled back, watches closely. They appear focused on fixing the car together, with streetlights and power lines visible in the background, setting a moody evening scene.

Sep 8

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Pink Lines

Bathroom Floor Confessions

Sep 3

Close-up portrait of a young woman with piercing blue eyes, reflected in a cracked mirror. Her face shows subtle bruising, and her expression is vulnerable and tense.

Sep 3

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About Me Stories

About Me — Vadim Dambreville

Embracing the Art of Living Across Cultures

Dec 4, 2023

Vadim Dambreville sits amidst lush greenery during a primitive camping trip in Jonathan Dickinson Park, Martin County, FL, wearing a camouflage hat

Dec 4, 2023

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The Fiction Writer’s Den

Throttle

100 Words on the Brink

7h ago

A close-up of a car’s interior door handle, rendered in sharp detail. The chrome handle reflects light faintly, slightly smudged, and the red lock indicator stands out against the textured black paneling. It captures a mundane but tense moment, invoking Danny’s simmering rage and the tight, enclosed space of the car — a place where emotions, like the door, are about to unhinge.

7h ago

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NEW LITERARY SOCIETY

Snow Angels

Elegua

1d ago

A snow angel lies alone in fresh powder. The edges are soft, a bit messy, the way they get when someone stands up and the snow falls back in a little. Nothing else has touched the snow around it. Just this one angel, like someone got up and walked away, leaving behind a memory of flight. The kind of sight that makes you stop and wonder who made it, and why they were out there alone.

1d ago

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First Line Fiction

Something Old

Till death do us part… again

2d ago

A “Just Married” streaming banner, with a rugged texture on frayed silk, is tangled in thorny rose branches. Bleak, unsettling, overcast natural lighting, desaturated hues with bold crimson accents.

2d ago

Idling

An Autopsy of the American Dream

2d ago

A rainy Walmart parking lot viewed through a half-lowered passenger window of a red car. The store’s blue-white facade dominates the background, its ‘Save Money Live Better’ sign visible. Wet asphalt stretches between rows of parked cars, while shopping carts huddle near their corrals like scattered sentinels. In the rearview mirror, we catch Danny Suarez’s reflection — former Hilton manager, now part of the lot’s hidden community who’ve made this corporate landscape their reluctant home.

2d ago

Published in
First Line Fiction

Steel Reserve

A gas station story

Nov 12

Under harsh fluorescent lights, a hooded figure aims a handgun directly at the viewer inside a Gas-N-Go. The weapon’s barrel dominates the frame, steady and certain in shadowed hands. Behind the threat, blurred shelves and a second figure wait in desaturated darkness — a midnight scene about to transform quarters into consequence.

Nov 12

Vadim Dambreville

Vadim Dambreville

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Multifaceted storyteller, explorer of life's depths. From diverse experiences, I craft inspiring narratives. Join my journey!

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