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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The Handicap
It was a burning sensation on my ear that roused me before I could suffocate, or be swallowed by flames. The blurry sliver revealed by my eyelids was obscured by the smoke-sting at first. I blinked, squinted, rubbed my eyes with my one good arm.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Bedroom Monster
Night comes. I try to sleep. But I'm scared. I know it's in the room with me. I can hear it. Moving. Making noises. To frighten me.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Snowman
He knows, the moment his eyes open, something's different. A chilly edge to the light seeping through the curtains, magic on the edge of vision.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
My Sex Robot
It started with loneliness and rejection. Women didn't want me, so I found things to despise about them, and gloated at the curdling of their beauty as the years passed.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Brief Contemplation
With the recent Abecedarian challenge just closed, I wanted to take half a jiffy to collate my entries, jot down my thoughts, and shout out to some other Vocal writers whose submissions I enjoyed.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Writers
The Mother
Why doesn't she flame? Why doesn't she take back her baby and burn me to a crisp, and the whole forest with me? Her enormous black snout inched through the circle, from her world to ours. Her long neck snaked behind it. The obsidian bulk of her beyond that blocked any view I might have had of the world where dragons live.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Under a Summer Sky. Content Warning.
He always struck me as a man not to cross. I've never seen him fight, never heard him raise his voice. He has this way about him. A quiet confidence, cloaking an iron will.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Pet Therapy
A soft ticking underscored the carpeted quiet in the panelled waiting room. The severely dressed and softly spoken woman at the reception desk looked up at me and smiled.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Horse Called Story
A horse, a fleeting flighty thought, wary, ready to Bolt, buck. Be ready. He's Champing, tail swishing, all that potential under the skin
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
The Flea
Look at me: bedridden, legs all smashed up, in plaster. The wheelchair in the corner wags a finger it doesn't have for the hubris I had in spades. I flew so high, like Icarus, only to come back down to earth with an crash.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Hunting Cats: Reflections on "A Story Every Day" So Far (January Edition)
How it started... How it's going... We are 31 days in, and I have successfully posted a microfiction story every day so far.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Writers
The Return
The dragonling lay on my chest. No longer curled, but lying pitifully on one side, irridescent green flank heaving. I'd discarded my t-shirt, since his scales had cooled so much they no longer burned. I hoped the warmth of my own body might help to stop him cooling even further.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction