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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Alpha, Romeo
"Please, you've got to help me. You've got to run." The stink of him was easier to tolerate on two legs. Human noses are weak. The sense was already fading. Scrunched in this awkward position, in the cramped dog crate for several hours, my only thought was getting free.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Capuccino, Two Sugars. Content Warning.
I treated him like any customer. Smiling, because good customer service. He stared at me constantly, staying longer than one cappucino required. Next day, he did the same.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Time
I was coming out of my bedroom, and my sister was coming up the stairs with a kitchen knife in her hand. Her eyes looked brittle, and her smile looked like the crack in a mirror.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Thirteen
It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Detective Skinner waited on tenterhooks for the news to roll in, as surely it must. Every day, on the stroke of thirteen: another body. Twelve days now. Twelve corpses.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Just Like New
Maggie's business, “Pan Revival,” had become a local sensation. Customers flocked to her with their old, battered baking sheets and muffin tins, hoping for a miracle. Maggie, bless her, delivered on her incredible promise, "just like new!"
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
on the importance of communication
stonewalling isn't love. esteem nibbled constantly. escape.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets
A Wise Woman Keeps Her Head
6th January, Year of our Lord, fifteen hundred and forty It should have been a joyous morn despite winter's frosty grip. Yet His Majesty's heart cracked icy under royal finery, deep in the bowels of Greenwich Palace.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hunt. Top Story - September 2024.
The dragon drops his head with a rumbling snort. His breath scalds my face. His eyes narrow, his head drawing closer. Run.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Thoughts on Writers Block
This is a response to Sarah Parker's piece about writers' block, which you can read here: I've written about writers' block before, here.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Writers
Dollar Challenge (August/September 2024) - Let the Magic Begin
I know I haven't pushed it much, but early in August, I set you another dollar challenge. Here are the responses, and (aaalllll the way at the bottom) your prompt for September:
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Writers
A Little Prayer
SHOOT! I FORGOT TO ADD A CONTENT WARNING. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. IF YOU ARE RELGIOUS OR HAVE A SENSITIVE DISPOSITION, YOU MIGHT FIND THIS DISTURBING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
My New Talent (wtf)
It's like oversleeping, but worse. I know, the moment I woke, something's wrong. Even through my eyelids, I can tell the light is different somehow. So are the sheets.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction