the moon, the page, and the papercuts that just.won't.bleed
For the unhinged, ahem, I mean UNFILTERED challenge.
Today, I sit with my pen poised over The Page.
Well does it earn those capital letters today
My Nemesis.
Sometimes the page is friendly. A well-coming well. Yawning in a most inviting way.
Like when you open a brand new exercise book in September
Only, well, a bit slutty, to tell you the truth.
Come on, big brain. Fill me up. You know you want to. Rawrrr.
Come on, brain, indeed.
The important thing is not to think
To write down thoughts without thinking.
I think.
What an absolute crock.
What a fool’s game this is.
When my brain is as empty as the Page.
Just as nemesis-y
Ha. I should have done a story about my supervillain brain
Aha! So: we meet again! Indeed! And for the last time! We shall see about that!
Maybe I’ll call my brain a blackguard
But I’m not too sure how rude that is
And maybe it’s for pirates, not landlubbing supervillains
Anyway, I'm pretty sure supervillains are more intelligent than this.
I bet a supervillain never wrestled with an empty page.
Imagine the papercuts if he did.
So here I Sit, pen poised. Wrestling, and not in the fun way.
My skin seems to be unmarked. But l definitely feel the sting-sting-sting.
I don’t bleed, though.
Much as I want to.
The Page taunts me and I feel small.
Bleeding should be easy, right?
All l want to do is soak the page red.
The absolute relief when something finally (finally) comes out of me
Practically ecstatic
Don’t think about tomorrow.
When the sun comes up and I have to edit this horror show in the cold light of day
So many things seem like a good idea late at night.
The moon is a crafty co- conspirator.
Are any good decisions made after 1 AM?
Like nemesis-y.
Is that even a word?
The moon doesn’t care.
We giggle together, the moon and me. Or I. Eye.
We hush and sigh and smile and have just one more.
Of Something. Anything.
Whiskey. Kisses. Walnut Whips. Jelly babies dipped in custard. Game. Episode.
Maybe that’s why I’m not a morning person.
I like you, moon. You don’t judge me. Maybe my next story will be about you.
Oh! We meet again. Yes, and maybe, darling, for the last time.
Perhaps. But we will always have 1am.
Ha! See, Page? I have defeated you!
This time, maybe. But you haven’t seen the last of me! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Comments (14)
This is the most entertaining piece I've read for this challenge! Thank you for the fun!
Hahah! I giggled the whole time I read this LC!! I love the whimsy in it and the smutty little pieces you tossed in as though they weren't the best list;e easter eggs. 😅 Great work!
This was such a fun internal battle!
Dang you had me at walnut whips! You're so good at these!
This was such an endearing rattle or stream of consciousness. Loved it.
Lol..never stop...never stop creating such wonderful unhinged poetry, pal. I envy your skills and all that, but love that we get to read such wild and varied thoughts that have a definite connection throughout! Well done! Smiled a lot with this one.
This is great! from beginning to end it made me smile
One more. Me too.
Nemesis-y, hehehehehe, I especially loved that!
I once did a play in High School, it was called "Backspace" and was about these writers who were being taunted by the Blank Page. Writing was, literally, a battle in this world. I was one of the writers (Fledge, I think) and there was a scene between him and the Blank Page that truly stressed me out. It was stressful for Fledge, because he was expected to sit and write, but instead was panicking, but the entire idea of it just made me feel worked up (I think there was a ticking clock sound effect in the background, with complete silence otherwise). What's important, though, is that ideas might be wild and hard to write, but the emotions you experience during this process make for excellent ideas themselves, your incredibly vivid piece here is a perfect example! Anyway, thank you for reading this rambling of mine, this poem was fun and relatable! And thank you for making me remember a funny little play from my past! Happy writing :)
Haha. This is so much fun. This challenge, and this piece. I love your unhinged Braun.
-Is that even a word? The moon doesn’t care.- 😅 Such a hilarious thought, like the moon is the only one listening and you know in advance it could care less about the trivial question. I enjoyed the touch of delirium throughout as well. Very entertaining read, LC!
This is so good, had to read it twice and the second helping; like the first was exquisite, so very well done!
This is definitely unfiltered fun, LC! I have found that the magic happens after 2 am. 🥰