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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The Talk. Content Warning.
After all this time, I decided to finally tell my wife what really happened to all those missing girls. I say "girls", they were young women, of course. Some poncey intellectual with coloured hair will probably say I'm infantilising them. It seems silly to get stuck on that point given what else I did to them. Maybe that's what normal people do. Fixate on a bearable detail as a way of ignoring the unbearable one.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Boy Eyes
"Mooom, where's the..." used to be a constant refrain in our house, and I know I am not alone. At first, I just told them where it was. It seemed like a quick and logical solution to the minor problem at hand: someone I loved didn't know where something was, and I did. Of course I told them. What kind of manipulating liar would do otherwise?
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Old Buildings, Old Books
I shouldn't be here. Everything in me was screaming to go back, so why do I keep going? There's a reason the Manor is desserted. Good reason why no one comes here. And yet, see here, another step, sending up another little cloud of dust around my feet.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
A Dish Best Served Salted. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
The man in the water is dying, or he will be soon. Hopefully. Ryelle tilts her head and looks through the glass at him. Maybe she's remembering the first time she'd seen those loose black curls, framing those cheekbones and waving in that ghostly way hair does when it's underwater. Her own makes a red cloud, like blood. Now, it hangs limp and snarled around her shoulders.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Green
There used to be twenty or thirty other kids here with us. I don't know where they went. They just... Go. There's a place near here. Not long after we first got here, I went there quite a lot. You walk across the meadow and there's a deserted road. Beyond that, there's a slope, and at the bottom, a green, just like the one back home. Wide and velvety smooth as if Mr Peters had been along and mowed it.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Left Behind
It's absolutely not essential, but I think you'll enjoy this more if you read the others that go with it😁 There are only three and they are all are fairly short. There isn't really an optimal order to read them in, and you should be able to enjoy them as stand-alone stories if you prefer.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
