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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Bloody Virgins
I am annoyed. My eyeballs, I am sure, glint with it. Shining in this handsome face. It is not arrogance, no, only fact. I have not seen it in many years, (shaving is tricky) but I am popular with the ladies, am I not? Good genes. Good skin. Good cheekbones. Charisma.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Note Heard Around the World
Saturday 13th July 1985, 6:40p.m. The man bounced on the balls of his feet, like his Adidas sneakers were made of springs. The ripple of nerves in his belly was like the famous butterfly: a little flutter that built to a raging storm of raw energy, building in his blood and bones. He channelled it with years of practise, and the talent of a showman. His moustache bristled with it. It'd shortly meet with the tsunami of emotion brewing out there. One perfect storm in the making.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Silent is the Night. Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
This is a tough time of year. It's been so long since his last feeding, and worse, he still has several weeks to wait. They stretch in front of him, yawning wide and black with needle-teeth of hunger pains.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
A Local Pub (For Local People)
The regulars didn't use that toilet. Sometimes, a newcomer would come in. Conversations pause. Every eye drilled into the hapless patron, skewered on all sides by those sharp gazes, frozen like a rabbit in headlights. Glancing left and right, wondering if this was a mistake. This place was too local.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Saturday's Child
Bright flames danced high, stars obscured by belching smoke. The man on the front lawn in his striped blue boxers looked shaky and dazed. Understandable in the circumstances, maybe. Short curls mussed, eyes red. He looked fit to topple over any moment. Should be treated for shock.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
