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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. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Snugglejunkie
I'd like you to meet my dog. She's a staffy-cross. Most staffies you see are stumpy-legged and barrel-shaped. But this one is leggy. She has a ridiculous metabolism, even after being neutered, and she never seems to gain weight. If she manages to get into the kitchen bin and eats something that disgarees with her, she starts to look disturbingly ribby very quickly. She's genetically inclined to be muscly, and all that brawn is covered in a thin layer of soft, glossy velvet.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Petlife
Blood, Honey, Salt (Part 3)
Note: This story is part of a series. Part One Part Two +++++++ Later: The Milk-Nurse What instinct prompted you to lie? You had done it proficiently. You told them how you had stood at the window (grieving the King’s passing, of course) and preparing to bear the news.... When you looked down and saw the lad down there on the rocks. Now they must go and look for him, find him and bring him home, before the tide carries him away.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The girl that drowned.
She's "the girl that drowned". I am flipping through an old photo album, which is odd, because no one really has them any more. But I found one I made when I was a child. My own daughter had found it, and had been adding some of her photos to it. I picked it up and idly flicked through it... and suddenly there she is.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Chapters
GLASS DOLLS
Long ago, before my grandmother was born, people's lives were short and often sad. People could live their whole lives never meeting their soulmate. The world was too big, there was too much to do, and too few years. People married young, when they hadn't travelled the globe even once.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction