L.C. Schäfer
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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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Dollar Challenge - Invention Edition (May/June)
Here's the challenge I set for May: If you're familiar with these little prompts from me, they are quotes that inspired or stuck with me in some way. The prize is piddling; what I'm really hoping for is to offer inspiration. A gentle kick up the bottom, if you like, for you to write something.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Writers
The Speaking of Trees. Content Warning.
We liked her. And the dog bounding along ahead of her. We didn't eat them. A young thing, scrawny and wild. She came without things that bite or burn. No metal. No flame. Just innocence and wonder, and a squelchy red heart, ready to love.
By L.C. SchäferExclusive • 8 months ago
The Widow
The cab journey takes a long time. A younger me would have sat there with my guts twisting, thinking of that meter ticking. All those pennies trickling away. I'll say this for being the wrong side of forty: you really do give fewer shits. Sometimes, something needs doing, and thats all there is to it.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
Grave Concern
I recommend this one first - it's very short! +++++++ When I emerged, blinking in the watery sunshine, my old partner was on the pavement waiting for me. He looked older than he had the night before. Maybe the shitty lighting in my office was more flattering than I thought.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
Deep in the Neverwood. Content Warning.
Willow speaks: Local legend tells of an ancient Forest Guardian. One-eyed, white haired, gnarled like an old oak tree. Some say it's Odin, long past his heyday. Come to Earth to spend his retirement in this sleepy little village, protecting its forest mantle as a kind of righteous hobby.
By L.C. SchäferExclusive • 8 months ago
Sleep Tech
The lady is very, very old, and her hands shake. Her hair has grown long and white, and her eye-bags droop so much, she looks like a Bassett Hound. The teacup rattles in its saucer. I take it from her before she scolds herself, and set it on the little side-table, which is as bland as the rest of the room.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
The Tortured Hulls of Goodwin Sands
There's a place, just off the coast of Kent, England, where ships go to die. Clever people have wondered: why do so many shipwrecks happen here? They ponder about the tricky weather smack in a prime trade route. Surely thinking of all those ships... ancient, and less ancient... creaking and groaning, and rattling their tortured chains on the sea bed...
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
