L.C. Schäfer

Joined May 2020

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I'm not a writer! I've just had too much coffee!

Sometimes writes under S.E.Holz

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Sex & Death
It's tough being a writer. I try to write every day, but sometimes the creative juice just isn't flowing. I look back over my words later, or the next morning, and I think, eurgh! did I really write that?
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
where are you
in the dark it's quite scary when you're three + hide from ghosts tip toe to parent's bed + no one there flat. neat. cold.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Poets
Top Story Index
A day may come when Vocal gives us a Top Story tab on our profiles. Alas, today is not that day. Until then, those of us who want to show off a bit (despite the fact the accolade feels somewhat diluted at times)...
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Writers
Wireless
It wasn't real, none of it. It had felt real. The ladles of reheated stew scalded their tongues, the steam carried the hearty smell right up their noses. (Can you eat in dreams? Can you smell things? Are you sure?)
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
Fog
Her scream was a sad and muffled thing, under the thick blanket of fog. The figure appearing so suddenly out of it was enough to scare her half out of her wits.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
The Motherhood Collection
It occurs to me that several of my stories are on this theme. It never seems to be the "nice" side of motherhood, either. You know. The home-cooked dinners and freshly washed children with rosy cheeks. Picnics in the garden, walks in the park, feeding the ducks. Feats of superhuman strength or courage to save her little ones.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
Shroud
Feet and hearts pounding, and gripping hands tight, the two children tore through the fog. It boiled around them like a live thing, like it was in cahoots with the sinister figure on the ridge. On his horse. That green cape fluttering, that axe-wedge of a face turned on them like a torch beam.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
A Siren's Call
People said if you went to the lagoon at midnight (or on a full moon, or with your true love, or, or...) that the merfolk could grant you a wish.
By L.C. SchäferExclusive • 5 months ago
Review: The Accidental Sl- Poet
Many moons ago, I zipped over to Bezos-land (Amazon) to leave a review for this beaut. I think I might have used the term "effing excellent" (dear reader, I did not say "effing") but Amazon didn’t like it, for some reason.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in BookClub
Gloaming
Please have a looksee at part one (it's dreadful but it's quite short): Whinberries The sun climbed. Ned stalled near a pond skipping stones for nearly as long as he had by the apple tree. Joanie couldn't get them to skip at all, but she was good at finding flat ones. It felt good to be busy and helpful. For a while anyway. She got hungry, and started to cry. Ned soothed, coaxed, distracted, bullied, or ignored her by turns.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
Whinberries. Top Story - August 2025.
I still remember how he looked, hunched over the wireless, late on that Sunday morning. It's my most abiding memory of him. His shirt, the mended one with blue stripes, was open at the cuffs and rolled back to his elbows, showing his sturdy, brown forearms.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
The Silver Whistle - Episode Two (You might enjoy this more if you read episode one first.)
It's Tuesday night, and the regulars are back in. Frank notes the arrival of each one. After they have ordered a scotch from Penny at the bar, they trot to their usual space in the back room.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction