L.C. Schäfer

Joined May 2020

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White Hole. Content Warning.
Why doesn't she get it? I love her. Those words are small, and what I feel is... not. She is not. I love her. Always have. Always will. More than anyone else possibly could. I get her better than anyone else could. I want what's best for her.
By L.C. SchäferExclusive • 9 months ago
Summer Holiday
The thing with being ... someone like me... is that a lot of existence revolves around not getting caught. There might be some who are brazen enough to hide in plain sight, but the thought makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Two of a Kind
This follows n from yesterday's story, and it might land better if you read that one first. + He's so neat. So neat. And quiet.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
What Are The Odds?
Flat to Let – South London, Zone 2 Bright and spacious two-bedroom flat in Peckham Rye. Top-floor unit in quiet residential street. Double-glazed windows, good natural light throughout. Large living area with separate kitchen. Modern bathroom. Ideal for young professionals or postgrads. Excellent transport links - 10 mins to Overground, buses nearby. Unfurnished. Available immediately. £1,950/month. Contact Gillian. Enquiries via email.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Science, eh
Journal of Dr. Jesse William Lazear Camp Lazear, Cuba, 1900 12 September Reviewed all prior exposures. Hypothesis remains unconfirmed through observation alone. Confirmation of Finlay's vector theory requires deliberate infection. No further delay justified.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Milk of Human Kindness. Top Story - June 2025.
The baby in his sling was heavy against her. The smell of him hung in the air around and between them. Lingering and following like another companion. Thick with sleep, slightly sour with milk. It clung to her shawl, to her skin, just as much as the dust that rose with every step. It mixed with sweat, and body-smell, and campfire smoke.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
That Guy Who Tied Balloons To A Lawn Chair (Wheeeeeeee!)
The chair creaked. Helium hissed. Maybe that was his sanity, leaking away... Larry gripped the armrests, knuckles proud, heart thudding.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Oh Babe You're So Wet
Hunkering on the damp altar, the unwitting nuptial participants blinked at each other. One flicked a lazy tongue. The priest chanted louder, the better to reach the damp ears of the rain gods.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Scalpel, Stat
The siren rises and falls, at exactly the right pitch to set my hairs on end, and pit my teeth against each other. It feels claustrophobic back here, as if the walls of the ambulance are closing in on me. Beads of sweat break out on my face, and I can feel my breath coming quick and ragged.
By L.C. Schäfer10 months ago in Fiction
Stabbed
Here I am bleeding out on to the pretty redbricks of the High Street, when a familiar face looms into view above me. It's pale, almost luminous, and framed by very sleek black hair. Her lips are dark, and her eyes glitter.
By L.C. Schäfer10 months ago in Fiction
Are You a God?
It felt like a big break through, at first. Realising who these people were, I mean. It's a funny thing, being surrounded by people you created. I'm not saying I'm a god or anything. But.
By L.C. Schäfer10 months ago in Fiction
The Faceless Ones
Something else is unsettling me, besides the people around me who act so normal considering they lack faces. It takes me a long time to figure out it's because they look familiar. Why? Where have I seen them before?
By L.C. Schäfer10 months ago in Fiction