L.C. Schäfer
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Sometimes writes under S.E.Holz
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The Kelpie (Part One)
Part One - Apollo I was nine when I met the kelpie. People think, if you live on the coast of Cornwall, you must spend a lot of time at the beach. You are probably thinking of an adventurous waif with the Cornish sea in her eyes. You're painting a picture of her in your head right now, I can tell. Her hair is fair to start with, and bleached further by sun and salt until it is lighter than her nut-brown tan. She's been able to swim since she could walk. She is out in all weathers, surefooted on the rocks and at home around boats.
By L.C. SchäferExclusive • 11 months ago
Echoes in the Park
Utopia is real. It's a city, technically, but you've always thought of cities as loud, concrete places. Bereft of trees. Cloaked and choked in smog. Places where there's never enough space. Always more people pouring in. Another shop to cram into a corner somewhere. One more block of flats, and another, and another, because who needs parkland anyway?
By L.C. Schäfer11 months ago in Futurism
ten things
they said, ten things you appreciate about yourself and now I'm stuck not from some deep-seated self-hatred but more in the same way that you might struggle when somebody instructs you to "say something" I am sure when Bill himself got a new pen, he sat there mind blank and eventually wrote "hello" * or my name is...
By L.C. Schäfer11 months ago in Poets
Utopia (Fine Dining). Runner-Up in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge. Content Warning.
There's a place where rich people go. If you have to ask, you can't afford it, dear. The sun always shines on the Island. A few have pondered if there's a Top Secret high-tech reason for that. There could be. There could very well be.
By L.C. Schäfer11 months ago in Futurism
Pebbles
Our dashing and romantic hero, let's call him Wayne, is hopelessly in love with Jules. He's been searching for a present for a while. It must be perfect. True love demands nothing less. He waddles to and fro, nosing in every nook and cranny with his beak, beady eyes peeled.
By L.C. Schäfer11 months ago in Fiction
My Toothbrush Doesn't Talk to Me
All day, at work, I tinker with things to make them ever more fancy. Every item in your home can be switched on or off with a clap, or a snap of your fingers, or else a tap of a button. Everything is synced to your phone, computer, laptop, T.V., tablet, and smartwatch.
By L.C. Schäfer12 months ago in Fiction
Twenty-Six Seconds
Earth sighs. Pulses. An ancient, subtle rhythm, unbearable in its slowness. tick tock Baffled scientists puzzle over it, scratching their heads over their seismometers, and counting her waves. Something to do with volcanoes, some say. Others shake their heads and theorise that Earth herself lives, and has a heartbeat at her core.
By L.C. Schäfer12 months ago in Fiction
