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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Rag Dolls
The trees thinned, giving way to a clearing where the compound crouched low against the earth. It reminded me of back there. The poorer parts of back there, anyway. Cobbled together buildings stitched together from scavenged wood, rusted metal, and patched tarps, and the whole lot somehow hunched low to the ground, and scatttered haphapzardly at the same time. All faded and worn by whatever weather was thrown at it.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Courtesy Kills
Nobody likes lifts. It's an enclosed space, isn't it? Mind you, I've never been one to suffer with claustrophobia or anything like that. Call me lazy if you like, but I prefer to arrive at work not sweaty and gross from clattering up a billion stairs.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Gunfight in the West
The reason why they shot him isn't that important. Wasn't that important to me then, either. Point is, he was shot, he was bleeding, and dying, and dead. Right there in front of my eyes. His blood on my hands, on my blue dress. My own wailing in my ears. Someone reached over with a calloused hand, and closed those blue eyes.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
ALIEN BLOOD SHOCKER!!
Newspaper Clipping, 12 October 2025 Leaked Biotech Report Reveals Alien DNA Present in Human Population A classified report from the UK Biogenetics Agency was leaked online Sunday evening, revealing that a small percentage of the human population carries genetic sequences of confirmed non-terrestrial origin.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
The Great Roast
If you live in the UK, like me, Sunday is the best day of the week. That's when we do the Sunday roast, be it chicken, beef, or pork, with all the trimmings. Some of us make it ourselves, some go home for a visit, but it's one of the things, like the Tea Alarm, that unites us.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Feast
Lived Once, Buried Twice
It is a terrible thing, to wake up in a coffin. The weight of the world is upon you, and death presses in from all sides. Terror chokes you and you know death truly, intimately. You have slumbered in his beachamber and felt his breath. It's yours. It sticks in your throat like soil.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
