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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
Ch5: Frog Wellies
Chapter Five: Frog Wellies It is a slightly sad sight. She is the only child left. She is sitting on the bottom stair of the old rambling Georgian house, already bundled up in a warm coat with the hood up. Attached to its sleeves there are matching mittens hobbling her hands, and her cheap looking green and white wellies are decorated with cartoonish frogs. All the lights are off, blinds pulled down, chairs put up on tables. The staff are extremely ready to go home for the day. They all have their coats on, too.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Horror
Ch4: Careful What I Wish For
Miles was mad about the TV when he got home. I had hoped he wouldn't notice until after I was gone (I am unscrupulous, apparently,) but no such luck. The air had been thick with his cursing, which didn't bother me as much as it probably should have. I let guilt slide off my face and leave it blankly innocent. I had tried to switch it on earlier, I say, all wide eyes and ignorance. It didn't work then either. Well, that's not exactly a lie.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Horror