L.C. Schäfer
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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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One For My Blog (L*pogram)
That last argument had been awful. Truly awful. Esther trembles, and dabs her eyes. Everyone says teenagers are hard to parent. Esther has found that to be true. Even more so lately. Nessa never used to challenge her so much. Surely puberty was to blame. Nessa would settle down eventually, and go back to her old self, only more mature. Esther looked forward to that. To the day (soon, hopefully!) the bond between them could be mended. For now Nessa had to undergo change, growth. Hormones needed to rage. Of course that was hard. Of course she would lash out somewhat. Test the waters. Push every boundary. Be moody. Sleep a lot. Rebel. All that. Normal. Yes?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Linger By The Oak
Meg enjoyed the early mornings. Peace. Open air. Sunshine tilting through the greenery. This morning, she had a pestle and mortar steadied between her knees and her coppery frizz held back with a scarf. Her broad hands and bulky shoulders moved rhythmically, her mind stilling.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Beauty and the Beast
The girl looks dangerously thin. When they lift her to carry her off the stage, the gurney jerks upward. The mother climbs into the back of the ambulance. You can tell she's the mother. They look a lot alike, although she probably prefers people to mistake her for an older sister.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Gulls
Hailey trudges the edge of the playing field, picking litter. They should make the kids eat inside. A gull flaps down, looking for crumbs. Hailey flinches, remembering that holiday in Cornwall when a seagull did just the same thing: stole her ice cream and left her with a black-eye. The kids really should eat indoors!
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Faux Pas
In the grand hall of the Tudor court, stood the noble Earl of Oxford, the fourteenth such: Edward de Vere. Nervously did he stand amongst the courtiers, for this day was of great import; he was to present himself before the illustrious Queen Elizabeth I. His heart did pound, his palms became sweaty. His Knees grew weak, his arms heavy.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
