Stories (323/0)
Bad Boy
I don't know what I am. I shake, to get the mad off me. When I've been a good boy, I have two legs and drink coffee. I drive to a tall place made of glass, and nod seriously in a smart suit. The females wear paint, smell strongly like chemicals, touch my elbow, grimace wide and red. I eat dinner at the table. I'm allowed in the bed. She lets me mount her.
By L.C. Schäfer28 minutes ago in Fiction
Cut-throat Competition
Nestled deep in the countryside lay two neighbouring villages. Lower Mossbrook was neat and clean. It had wonderful amenities, lots of cycle paths, a picturesque well on the green, and a very competitive Neighborhood Watch Subcommittee for the Village of The Year
By L.C. Schäferabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
Always Be Polite to Wait Staff
He stalks amongst the elegantly dressed tables like a starched jaguar, his eyes like knives and his footsteps muffled by the luxuriously thick carpet. Not a hair out of place, his bowtie just so. Do you know how difficult (impossible) it is to tie a bowtie perfectly?
By L.C. Schäfer2 days ago in Fiction
The New Echo
Loneliness creaks worse than his bones. He sighs into the darkness. An empty depression beside him and inside him. Sixty years married! That's a lot of memories. Eventually, they'd be a balm, a gentle cup to sip from. Warm, golden, like honey left in the sun, or a smooth liquor.
By L.C. Schäfer4 days ago in Fiction
Dr Psycho
Some say I've got a God complex. That I'm narcissistic. I am better than a lot of other people. Egotistical, maybe, but true. I'm the best in my field. Things that bother other people don't bother me. Blood for instance. OK, not many surgeons mind that, so not the best example.
By L.C. Schäfer6 days ago in Fiction
Melted Cheese and Murder
It was bizarre, talking about killing someone. In a public place. Over pizza. I couldn't take it anymore. No matter how many times my parents told me to stay away from Bobby I just... couldn't. I'd turn up at home bleeding, covered with bruises, and they'd say, "Stop hanging out with him..." They didn't get it. He'd got under my skin.
By L.C. Schäfer6 days ago in Criminal
Prettier If You Smiled
I know lots of women say they want to be beautiful, but for me the downsides outweigh the advantages. If I wanted to skate by on my looks, it'd be great. I want to work hard and be taken seriously. It's difficult to achieve that, being a woman in STEM. Being "pretty" doesn't help.
By L.C. Schäfer8 days ago in Fiction