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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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
The absolute state of him, though! Those shoulders. His skin glistened. Gleaming black curls cascaded down his back. On another man, this style might have looked effeminate, or out-dated, but on him it worked. Somehow, he made it look manly. He could have pirouetted in a tutu and belted out The Weather Girls, and it would still be the most macho thing I'd seen all day.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
Energy
Johan reached out for a cheeky squeeze. Not to be confused with a squeaky cheese, by the way. Such as the one Martha had just trodden on, on her way back from Manson's bedroom. This caused a moment of panic, sure that Manson's little voice would pipe up from the nursery, or there would be the dreaded thud of little feet coming after her. Or a thin wail would gust from her 8own room where little Sinclaire was (for now at least) sleeping.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
No Recourse. Content Warning.
I was deep inside her when my wife walked on us. We'd gone to a barbeque at Mike and Angela's, and of course Paige was there. A friend of a friend of a friend. I had to pretend we were no more than acquaintances, and it was killing me.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
A Funny Story About Typos. Top Story - May 2025.
If you know me at all, you know I am a huge fan of Terry Pratchett, mayherestinpeace. If you aren't familiar, he wrote the Discworld series. "Series" is a bit of a misnomer, because each of the 41 novels can be enjoyed on its own, as a stand-alone story. (You can read them in any order, but most fans agree not to start with the first one, The Colour of Magic.)
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Writers
The Fail
They're moving in a cautious way that tells you something's up. Their voices have a cheery veneer, but it's hooey. You can tell. They're saying things like, "Hey, it's alright, it's gonna be OK," and you want to believe that, you really do... but it's fake. It's all fake.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
My Own Vocal Manifesto: Thoughts on AI (AKA Tar & Feather These Remorseless Brass Studs)
The sheer contempt on display here is impressive, in a warped way. I invite you to take a second to sit with it, and really absorb all the layers of "I don't give a shit" in that bio.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Writers
