Stories (329/0)
Hello, Tree
Larst week, Daddy took me to the Tree again. I like it there. It's quiet and soft. What I like about the Tree is the pictures. When you get near you start seeing good stuff. In your mind. Beautiful places with all lovely things and people you miss. Like mum.
By L.C. Schäfera day ago in Fiction
A Real, Honest to Goodness, Tree
It was grey for a long time. All my life. All da's life. And then, out of the blue, or grey, or whatever, came green. Like in the old stories. We oohed and ahhed over it. Took the kids along of it. And Gramma, too. Wheeled her down there, watched her old face crack and brighten.
By L.C. Schäfer3 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024
Forced Compliance Not NecessaryTop Story - May 2024
Some people knew this would happen. The chips in our heads, I mean. Everyone laughed. Isn't that funny? The crazy part: even the conspiracy nuts had a mobile phone. Everyone walked around with the "chip" glued to their hand, eyes glued to chip.
By L.C. Schäfer4 days ago in Fiction
Lose-lose
When I woke up, I tried to put my leg behind my head and lick my arsehole. Again. Don't get me wrong, I was glad to be back in the physical world, where things were solid and mostly made sense. But it felt heavy and weird coming back to this large body after spending so long as a dainty little feline.
By L.C. Schäfer4 days ago in Fiction
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. Schäfer6 days 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. Schäfer7 days 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. Schäfer8 days ago in Fiction