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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I Didn't Mean It
I hated him. Didn't matter I was only five, or that Mummy said love you babe at him. Or that he brought us MacDonalds. He smiled too much. I hated how he smelled, how he laughed, how his earlobes were the wrong shape. I hated his cigarettes and jeans and creepy eyes. The way he tried to boss us around.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Soupçon et Jalousie
I fall in love with her, my Rhiannon. She, beautiful. Even lovelier, she not know! Her skin so smooth, little white teeth digging worry into her lip. Always counting the calorie. Always looking for another way to care. And when she forgot to worry, her smile so wide, so happy. Contagieuse! Oh, I was so dizzy in love.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
One For My Blog (L*pogram)
That last argument had been awful. Truly awful. Esther trembles, and dabs her eyes. Everyone says teenagers are hard to parent. Esther has found that to be true. Even more so lately. Nessa never used to challenge her so much. Surely puberty was to blame. Nessa would settle down eventually, and go back to her old self, only more mature. Esther looked forward to that. To the day (soon, hopefully!) the bond between them could be mended. For now Nessa had to undergo change, growth. Hormones needed to rage. Of course that was hard. Of course she would lash out somewhat. Test the waters. Push every boundary. Be moody. Sleep a lot. Rebel. All that. Normal. Yes?
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Linger By The Oak
Meg enjoyed the early mornings. Peace. Open air. Sunshine tilting through the greenery. This morning, she had a pestle and mortar steadied between her knees and her coppery frizz held back with a scarf. Her broad hands and bulky shoulders moved rhythmically, her mind stilling.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Beauty and the Beast
The girl looks dangerously thin. When they lift her to carry her off the stage, the gurney jerks upward. The mother climbs into the back of the ambulance. You can tell she's the mother. They look a lot alike, although she probably prefers people to mistake her for an older sister.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Icy Prison
I don't like it here. I'm here as punishment. I think. I did something, and that's why I can't leave. It's perfect. In a way. Pretty. There are small comforts. My little home is perfectly functional. Not too cold. That's mainly because it's so small.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
