L.C. Schäfer

Joined May 2020

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Black Scales IX: I've Already Had My Bath This Year
The more of the bandage Garrick unwrapped, the worse the clenching in his chest. Fear and Guilt squeezed and squoze, milking his heart viciously with cold hands.
By L.C. Schäfer2 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales VIII: Innocence
"I told you I could do it. I told you I would do it. I've done it before, too." A slithering of rock and scale in the dark, and then...
By L.C. Schäfer2 months ago in Fiction
‧ blink ‧
blink if you feel sad close your eyes say goodbye to this world blink open them and see the world unveiled shiny recreated
By L.C. Schäfer2 months ago in Poets
Black Scales VII: Another Gift
Orla took another parcel of food down to the lake the next night for the wild girl, and another one the one after that. Brenna showed her how to fish. They got perilously close to the cavemouth, but neither girl mentioned it, or even looked that way. Orla wondered if the dragon was home, or not, and decided not to mention it. Better to squash the wondering. It got easier and easier.
By L.C. Schäfer2 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales VI: A Gift for the Dragon-Girl
When the sun dipped low in the sky, the ritual began. The parents not yet numbed to it hugged their children close. The ones who could bear it watched the little ones toddle towards the lake; that black stain shrouded in mist. It repelled the eyes, as if it were a magic mirror, an evil one, and not looking at it could save you.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
How To Be Rich & Popular
The way to be really popular, is to have someone you love die. Of course, this is quite a hefty pay-off, so it isn't for everyone, but guaranteed: the doorbell won't stop ringing.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales V: A Poison Tree
Orla grappled with her fever like it was a physical thing with tentacles. She thrashed in and out of dreams that were hot and tight and squeezy, with sharp edges.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales IV
At any moment, there could be another whoosh, telling her that the dragon had checked on the Egg, and eaten the Girl, and now Orla had just better watch out. A shadow across the sky, a roar, searing flames at her back.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
fingers
cold unwanted kiss at the the nape of my neck belly: liquid ice *
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Poets
Black Scales III
It's amazing how much braver you can be when there isn't a fire-breathing monster nearby. Orla took a good look at the girl, who didn't look like a dragon at all. She'd scrambled up on a nearby rock and was staring down at Orla, hefting a large stick in her hand.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales II
The closer Orla got, the stronger the stinging stink. Smoky of course, with a chemical edge. The way it scorched the tender insides of her nostrils and the back of her throat, it bothered her more than the sharp black rocks tearing at her feet.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Black Scales. Top Story - October 2025.
Every evening, the small children were sent to the shore to collect the dragon scales. When the pink warmth and light of the evening had finally faded, mothers kissed chubby cheeks and held back tears. Some shot fearful glances towards the lake, and others were steadfast in avoiding looking in that direction.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction