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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Fucked Up Fairytales - Finally, THE FINALISTS! (Community Voting Activated)
First, to get a little bumpf out of the way. If you missed it, here is the challenge: I recently did an update, which you can see here:
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Writers
Aloo Tuk
There is a wise saying, and it goes like this, Women only want one thing, and it starts with P and ends with S. Sean Astin as Samwise in Lord of the Rings
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Feast
The Syrup Dream. Top Story - June 2024.
Sinking into sleep should be like sinking into a balm. Soothing, repairing. It should feel good. Not like it's sucking at you, like quicksand.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Sea of Blood. Content Warning.
Blushing, he drew back. He wanted her, (ohsomuch!) the softness of her was impossible. Always the same dance: swaying closer to the boundary, sliding a toe over, pulling back. One day I'll go too far. We won't be able to stop.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Friend in Need
In Switzerland, it's illegal to keep a guinea pig by himself. They're intensely social creatures. Boris' family didn't know this.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
One Lazy Sunday. Content Warning.
The late Sunday afternoon sun was bright and warm. Her blue eyes looked glassy and staring, honey-coloured hair full of sunshine. She was turned slightly towards him, her right hip rising up out of the grass and feet stretched out towards the brook. The boy sat beside her facing it, knees bent, arms resting across them. A cigarette hung between his fingers.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
What's Wrong With Freddie
The boy screamed, his tiny fists balled up in rage that threatened to consume him. Mouth stretched nearly wide enough to swallow himself whole. He did this all the time.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Out of Water
The cart rattled up the coast road to the castle, competing with the thunder. Lightning struck, illuminating the shape huddled under the cover. When the sky cracked, it was bright as day for a moment, but still impossible to make out what was under there. Look! A suggestion of movement, of slithering, then- nothing.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Dreamscape Series
I aim to write my daily micro fiction stories so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories. I have kinda sorta cheated on my story every day challenge by serialising some of them.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Mostly Dead
I was asleep, and my sleep was a scream that went on for a long time and swallowed me, and swallowed me, and swallowed me. Then I was awake, and my waking was panic, and that threatened to swallow me, too.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Waking Nightmare
On some level, I know there's something weird. Maybe an odd shimmer, how everything gleams just a little too brightly. My bed is gloriously comfortable. It's wonderful to wake, stretch, and wiggle. My cocoon. Safe. Warm. Smelling of mother's washing powder. I should have a showe-
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Stinging Salt
Watching her, sat on that rock and singing, my hearts damn near break with pride and grief. Her tender soul got her into bother in the end, as I always worried it might.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction