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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You Do Believe Me, Right?
"I know how it sounds. I know it sounds crazy. But you have to understand..." Sandy paused, floundering, staring at the sterile-looking wall. How to express to these sensible people with their dull, kind faces, in the light of day... Just how frightening it had been? The sense of being watched, being pursued, never knowing what might happen next, or how gruesome it might be... Wondering what the next prank would be. The fear that next time, it would actually hurt the children... How logical it had seemed, at the time, to destroy the elf.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Try This Cleanse
Sandy wouldn't be able to explain, later, how it got out of control. Everything was blurry and hardly any of it made sense.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Jingle Hell
Why did they think burning him would do any good? Like swatting a wasp: they'd just made him angry. One side of his face was exactly the same, the expression unchanged. Still, she could tell he was angry. It emanated from him in poisonous waves.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
More Mischief
In that moment between sleeping and waking, there are two ways of being. Either all is well in the world, or something is wrong. You can feel it when you've overslept, or when Someone is in the house.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Scream on a Beam. Content Warning.
Her scream threatened to bring the ceiling down on her head. Her face was a horrified rictus, unable to tear her eyes off the wretched shape dangling from the beam.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Cellar Door. Top Story - December 2024.
When the nail rammed through his belly, Sandy was almost surprised that blood didn't spurt out, and his glassy expression didn't change.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Little Asshole
By the time Karl came in from the garden, stamping mud off his boots, Sandy was a gibbering mess. She'd imagined him strangled with tinsel, or stabbed with a kitchen knife.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Elf in the Attic
This is part of a short series. Each story is also very short! I recommend reading them in order if you haven't already. Here they are:
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Naughty List. Content Warning.
This is part of a short series. Each story is also very short! I recommend reading them in order if you haven't already. Here they are:
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Another Gory Tale. Content Warning.
At last, both children were asleep. Sandy could hear Karl moving about in the kitchen, and took the opportunity to set up her phone camera. Tonight they were determined to find out what was going on.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Then Who?
"His eyes blazed," sounded like such a cliché, but they did! He was so angry, the gold flecks in his hazel irises looked like sparks. The spittle flying from his bristling beard, and his aggressive gestures only added to the effect. He looked like he was about to explode.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Invisible Man
People love gore, as long as it's happening to someone else. For the first time, Sandy resented her followers. Daily, more of them were siding with Karl on this issue, while she, Sandy, was still furious at him. She thought her husband was sick, and needed psychiatric help. They thought he was funny. And clever. Quirky. They'd nicknamed him "Tim". The Invisible Man, see? The man they never saw. It added to his mystique.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction