L.C. Schäfer

Joined May 2020

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A Dangerous Mission
Osbert, Nigel, and Phineus were on a mission. "This way, lads!" Osbert called out. "Which way?" Nigel grumbled. "We can't pissing see anything."
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Thinly Spread
Sandy spread the butter as sparsely as possible on the single piece of thinly sliced budget bread. She nibbled it, perhaps hoping that by eating for longer her body would be tricked into believing it had eaten more.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Frantica
When Karl slumped over, Sandy dragged in lungfuls of air through her bruised throat. For a moment, she was consumed by sheer relief. This was followed by a cascade of emotions at seeing her friend again. The woman looked frankly terrified and had pulled back away from Karl's lump form with a repulsed expression on a her face. It was as if Karl was a highly venomous snake.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Twisted Tinsel. Content Warning.
When his hands closed on her throat, Sandy felt a wave of something sickly and unpleasant wash over her. It felt like this: I'm going to die. Now. I can't get away. He's too strong.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Crazy for Trying
Sometimes, bad ideas are the best ones. Sometimes, the worst plan is the only one. Pushing past him into that unknown house was the stupidest thing sheld done, but she couldn't see any other way.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Don't Mean They're Not After You
Sandy grabbed a pair of scissors and set to work. Hanks of her hair fell haphazardly into the bathroom sink, and she dyed what was left an unremarkable brown.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Just Because You're Paranoid
Sandy remembered that look, that "have you had your hand in the biscuit tin, my girl, don't lie to me because I'll know..."
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
You Need Carbs
"You're so thin!" her mother exclaimed. It was unclear from her tone or expression whether she thought this was a good thing or a bad thing.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Hitchhiking
With no clouds to shroud the stars, the cold was bone deep and aching. The streets were deserted, the silence broken only by the occasional hum and zip of uncaring traffic. No one looked twice at her.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Gone. Top Story - December 2024.
Sandy sloped down the stairs, cigarette packet crushed in one shaking hand. No one questioned a resident heading out for a smoke at this hour.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Tonight
The girl didn't say much. Her poorly-kempt hair hung in red rat's tails over her face, and her eyes were wide and haunted. She gave an impression of intensity. A sharp, cold bite of flint in the centre of a shy and shuffling cloud.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Nevertheless
This was the biggest waste of time ever, and it was keeping Sandy from her escape plans. It was hard to be patient in the face of such absolute rubbish.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction