L.C. Schäfer

Joined May 2020

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The Silver Whistle
At six o'clock every Thursday, the back room of the Silver Whistle filled with its usual patrons. Gruff chaps in tweed, with hearts of gold. Salt of the earth, etc. Shortly after, the room thickened with cigar smoke and traces of bourbon breath. Bruno, a retired greyhound with a pinstripe vest and a wicked top spin, chalked his cue like it owed him something.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
Legacy of Silence
The Elder backed away from the still figure, who of course, had not moved. He might have done, though. He might have. The Elder backed away further, out of the inner sanctum.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
Snake. Content Warning.
Lying here, staring into the dark, I think it again. It would have been better if he'd been sexist or vulgar. We'd have kicked him out, then.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
Tapeworm . Content Warning.
It was easy after the girl. That worked out a bit better than I'd planned. I thought she might just get a broken leg, best case. Most likely, just some scrapes, and a lot of tears and snot. I thought I wouldn't have to sit through another evening listening to her prattle on about ponies. Well. I was right about that part.
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
Mole
The door slammed, and the whole lot of them jumped in their seats. She stood there, frozen, salad tongs in her hand. I'd stormed in right as she was coaxing one of the kids to take a portion of something green.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Boar
Ugh. Walking into that flat was like stepping back in time, and not in a good way. I knocked, politely, and got no answer. He's an old guy by now, so maybe he didn't hear me? I knocked louder, and raised my voice.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Goldfish
Another visitor. All the time. All day. Knock Knock Knocking. Hello? Hello can you hear me in there? Sir? Are you okay? Usually women. Bloody women. Nag nag nag.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Wasp
Isaiah had spent five years doused in that dusty archive perfume. Chasing whispers of rumours. Shadows of blood. It had been years of repetitive form-filling, phone calls, and formal FOI requests. At every turn: clerical errors, half-redacted reports, vanished case numbers. Not forgetting the perennial "Not At This Address".
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Fox
He began searching the week he turned eighteen. Without any fanfare. Just finally giving in to an unforgiving hunger that had been gnawing at him for well over a decade.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Mould
There was never much in his lunch box, but he couldn't eat it anyway. It hurt his throat and made him feel sick. Belly gnawing and gurgling, he watched the other kids biting into their sandwiches, apples and granola bars. He wished he could do that.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Tick. Content Warning.
She’s lucky. I stayed. Through the ambulance, the coroner, the silence that settled like fog. Twice. I kept the freezer stocked. I filled in paperwork so all she had to do was sign it. I filled the gaps.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
Cub. Content Warning.
A lion doesn't want to raise cubs that aren't his, so when a new lion joins a pride, he kills all the cubs to bring the lionesses into oestrus.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction