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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"Promotion"
Eugene sat hunched at the tiny desk in the corner of the cramped and threadbare bedroom. His fingers swooped and pecked at the chunky, cream coloured keys. He peered through round little spectacles at the fuzzy looking screen, which bore the legend, CURRICULUM VITAE.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Privelege #13
The teacher flickered at the front of the classroom. She never got angry, never shouted. The closest she got was, "You know I will need to escalate this if you don't make the right choice." Occasionally it was, "This behaviour has triggered a call to the Leadership Team," or "That behaviour has triggered a call home."
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
A Story Up My Sleeve
I'm nervous, which isn't like me. I never usually bother with being nervous. If you've been through what I have, it gives you some very useful perspective. If nerves do start to creep in, I have a surefire way to get them under control: tell a story. That's what I did. I have a belter, and it never fails me.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Never Gonna Dance Again
It was something I'd done almost every day of my working life: pick up a sword, and wield it, and try not to die. l even enjoyed it at one point. I can't lie. The swell of the crowds behind me and under me was impossibly sweet. It thundered in my blood like a drug, and I was addicted to it alright.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
This is Medicine
I've seen this industry change over my lifetime. Tonight, after dinner, I nursed a brandy and reflected on that fact, and on my day. It occurred to me that today, a typical day actually, was oddly illustrative of the changes I'd seen in my lifetime.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Hope
Winter had sunk her claws deep into the forest. With little else to do at the ebb of the year, she's wrapped herself in her pinny and retreated to her kitchen, to turn her cold hand to the art of patisserie. In the main, she favours simple, bold designs, and has blanketed this corner of the earth in thick snow.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
