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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Ship's Cat
Jenny liked it on the boat. She could go wherever she pleased, and it was huge. So many nooks and crannies to explore where squeakers liked to hide. Lots of luxurious spaces, warm and comfortable.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
An Inconvenience
"Can I go to the toilet?" The teacher smiled that "sorry but no" smile, a slight tilt of the head, a faux-pained look.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Diary
Cute. How many people keep an actual diary anymore? This one is pale blue. It looks as though it had a furry cover, and a matching fluffy pen. It doesn’t, but it looks like it does.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Through The Snow
She lost precious seconds, face down in the snow. The dogs were so close now, she had no time to stagger to her feet.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
My Magic Cat
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Journey to The Edge
The crazy people said there was an Edge. Nobody believed them. I didn't, either. Other expeditions before us had found no such phenomenon. This one planned to go further than ever before. I went mainly to see them proved wrong, to be honest. It was a marvellous opportunity. Finding out there was no Edge, and what there was instead... Well that was exciting information and I wanted to be among those who went out and found it and brought it back.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Behemoths
Once upon a time, plastic threatened to drown our world. To swallow it, and perhaps never spit us out again. Or perhaps, more accurate to say, we almost drowned ourselves in the stuff. We could've stopped any time. But we chose not to.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
They Hunted Her
Cold bites with mean blue teeth, and it bit her now. Cheeks and nose tip raw, and the rest of her fairly frozen to match, all the way down to her bones.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Stop the Press
The farmer tilted his hat to better protect the back of his neck from the sun. He shifted the hoe handle in his calloused, weathered hands and turned his attention to the next row.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
"Scroggy"
Bath-time was over. The nightlight emitted a soft and friendly orange glow. The toddler, smelling of baby soap and clean pyjamas, lay in the crook of her mother's arm. Her hair curled away from her temples, framing big, wide eyes.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Never Prosper
Nikolai used his mouth and hands all the ways he knew how, to make her squirm deliciously under him. They'd been childhood sweethearts. Mia was the girl he thought he'd marry someday. Over the years he'd got to know every dip and curve of her.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Special Smoothie
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter, here are the others:
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction