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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"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
Vyrus
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, this is the other one. It probably doesn't matter what order you read them in.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Human Guinea Pig
In my second year of uni, I was stony broke. I was living on 25p packets of noodles, caffeine and bad sex. I donated sperm, which gave me a much needed cash injection. But the money ran out, as money tends to do.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Nosebleed
I hear stories about how things were in those days, and it seems like the virus was a good thing. Women used to be afraid to go out after dark. Can you imagine?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Make the Memory
When I was eleven, I put a message in a bottle and threw it into the sea. My dad had taken us on holiday to Ireland. He was afraid of flying, so whenever we went abroad, we always went on a ferry. When we were about to board the boat for the return trip, I got the idea in my head to throw a note into the ocean.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Red Pollock
See, the thing is, I didn't actually do it. I know everyone says that, but in this case, it's really actually, truly true.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Where Gargoyles Come From
It's been four years since the outbreak started. There's definitely fewer people about. The city's less crowded. There's less litter, less pollution. No one ever looks up at the architecture, though. Eyes stay nailed to the ground ahead.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Demon Comes Calling
I know he's there. I can always feel it. He's never reached for me, not yet anyway. Always feels like he's gonna. Will his scabbed, liver-spotted hands make contact with me, or pass through?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
When Dreams Are Scary
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
Darling, You SHALL Go to the Alibi
OK, look, the woman was an absolute witch. I slaved away doing every-bloody-thing while she and her precious brats sat on their flabby arses.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction