L.C. Schäfer

Joined May 2020

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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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Can't Beat the House
Lucía liked the Marcel-Wilsons. They treated her like family. Mostly. Lily and Max were good kids. The children had an enormous playroom with all manner of toys and games. The coolest thing, in her opinion was the House. She couldn't understand why the kids didn't play with it more.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
when the nagging stops
shhhh, he says. i've had a long day lovers' passion as like to ignite in sparks of fury as romance easy. that's what he wants. just to relax.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets
The Steak is Always Perfect
My mother experienced an accelerated pregnancy with me. Went for a run before breakfast, tummy flat and toned. Groaning and sweating over a grossly swollen belly by teatime. I slipped out before supper, cracking her pelvis.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
W.T.F.
I was happy asleep. Still ok when I woke, before I opened my eyes. You've overslept before. You know how you know, the moment you wake, you're late.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blood Spattered Bride
I always aim to write these as stand alone stories, but I think I didn't succeed this time! I recommend reading these two first. Both very short, I promise!
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Advanced Potion Making
In a normal little home on the edge of town, it's about to happen. The old water heater has been clanking all afternoon. Clean fluffy PJs are warming in the airing cupboard.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
I Do Like Steak
They say my mother experienced an accelerated pregnancy. She went for a run in the morning with flat, toned tummy, and was groaning and sweating over a grossly swollen belly by teatime. I slipped out before supper, cracking her pelvis.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Guest
The invite is as obnoxious as you'd expect. Not mere paper or card for the happy couple, oh no. It's ivory. The lettering is so loopy and flowery, the plebs probably can't even read it.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Story Contest Scam: What Would You Do?
I'm in a pickle, Vocalists. Lend me your wisdom. TL;DR I recently entered a short story contest. There was an entry fee, which I know is fairly standard. I paid extra for judges feedback on my entry. The "feedback" arrived today, and it's not feedback on my submission. It's just generic advice, and feedback on the winning entry. I feel sure that's not what I paid for, and I'm unsure what I want from them, or what to do next.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Writers
It Will Happen Tonight
In a normal little home on the edge of town, it's about to happen. Bathtime. The old water heater has been clanking all afternoon for this. Clean fluffy PJs are warming in the airing cupboard right now. A small girl with sparks in her eyes and a toothy gap under her milk moustache will stand on tiptoe to lean across the sink and squeak her finger through the steam on the mirror. Hot water churning into bubbles in the tub.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hunt
The dragon looms over me. It's reptilian stink is almost solid and makes my eyes water. It's breath feels burning hot on my skin. I think maybe some of what I smell is my own hair getting singed. I am completely helpless. Why doesn't it kill me?
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Beware of Women in Athleisure Wear. Content Warning.
They were thin and hungry when their (loving) father led them deep into the forest. Two days later, they're weary, dehydrated and thoroughly lost.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction