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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

Liminality

The Space We Hide In Until We Are Shooed Out

Nov 26

Vadim’s mother sits stern and tired in her beige recliner, wrapped in the red and black buffalo plaid ‘As Seen on TV’ blanket from the story about writing addiction. Her expression is watchful, waiting for morning coffee while considering her son’s dependency on words. Behind her, jazz musicians play on wall art, above a corner shelf of figurines — capturing the Brooksville morning where mother and son navigate recovery, writing, and inherited wisdom.

Nov 26

Published in
The Fiction Writer’s Den

Throttle

100 Words on the Brink

Nov 25

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.

Nov 25

Published in
NEW LITERARY SOCIETY

Snow Angels

Elegua

Nov 24

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.

Nov 24

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First Line Fiction

Something Old

Till death do us part… again

Nov 24

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.

Nov 24

Idling

An Autopsy of the American Dream

Nov 23

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.

Nov 23

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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