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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On the Eve of the Hunt - II
We stand in rows, sweating through our finest clothes. The Queen always chooses a fine Spring day for this. The boys are gravely suited, as for a funeral. We girls are foisted into silly dresses as for a high festival. I suppose it's both.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
On the Eve of The Hunt
I wasn't royal blood by their standards, but the King favoured me, I made sure of it. Now, see: the land prospers. Make no mistake: this is under my hand. Not the King's. He does his best, but it's my decisions that have brought us prosperity.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Viridescent
They reckoned us children when they found us. Twins. I laughed when I learned what the word meant. They had no idea of our ages, and thought us womb-grown at the same time. My brother was older, although always small and sickly. And of course, we weren't grown in a womb at all.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Pissing on Fate. Content Warning.
I reach between my legs, past the thick black fuzz and probe between, in the hot, secret place. There it is! There's a knack. To release the pressure so you can pull it out easily. It slides out, and I angle it so that the contents plash on the white toilet bowl.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Trapdoor
I stand here, on the trapdoor. Every detail alive and sparking. The feel of hemp on my neck, the shade of the sky. I suck in breath after cold breath. How sweet that is! How many more? Fifty? Thirty? Less? Fear quickens it. Some part of me seems in a hurry to get as many breaths in as possible. All the ones I should have in my lifetime, in this little slice of time I have left. My heart is doing the same trick.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Dreamscape
I didn't want to enter her dreams because children's dreams are difficult and wild. Truly, I feared more than that. I had nightmares. Me! I hadn't had any for years. Now, every time I closed my eyes, I dreamed I am a cat-shape, silky and pale. I find the girl in the dreamscape. She clutches me. I abandon the dream to visit her bedroom in the physical world and stand guard over her sleeping form. He comes into her room and walks through me as if I'm a ghost. I can't stop him-
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Can I Get You Another?
There's no sign outside. You might wonder how anyone ever finds it. Rest assured: word gets around. Duck behind the second hand shop, scuttle down the crooked alley, turn left. See that man there wearing overalls, hat pulled over his eyes? Or maybe today, he looks like he's on a cigarette break. Say the right words, and if he likes the look of you, he might unlock the chain on the dilapidated door behind him.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Back to the Sunset Market
I didn't consider what I was asking the grandfather to take away. A child can't wrap their heads around the enormity of such things, the far-reaching implications. Could I ask a doctor to take a healthy leg? What manner of man would agree to take it?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
