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Lori Schafer

Lori Schafer is a writer of serious prose, humorous erotica and romance, and everything in between. Her flash fiction, short stories, and essays have appeared in numerous print and online publications, and her memoir On Hearing of My Mother’s Death Six Years After It Happened: A Daughter's Memoir of Mental Illness won a Gold Medal in the 2015 eLit Book Awards. When she isn't writing (which isn't often), Lori enjoys playing ice hockey, attending beer festivals, and spending long afternoons reading at the beach in the sunshine. To receive special offers from Lori, please visit her website at, where you may subscribe to her newsletter ( or follow her blog. You are also welcome to email her directly at lorilschafer(at)outlook(dot)com with any comments, questions, or suggestions you may have. No requests for advice on your love life, though. She'll give it to you, but you probably won't be thrilled with the results. Website: Twitter: Facebook: Pinterest: Instagram: Amazon: Google Plus: Linked In: Goodreads: YouTube:

Me and Fat Marge A Online Story By Lori Schafer

I look with pity at my old friend Brent, his warm brown eyes so filled with sadness that tears are threatening to trickle down his usually buoyant cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve visited Middle-of-Nowheresville since my friend’s wedding nearly a year before, and my heart aches to find him so disconsolate. “Where’s Marge?” I say, looking around for his new bride, a pretty, plump, charmer of a woman with a sparkling personality and a passion for creative cookery. He swallows. “In there,” he says, shrugging a shoulder towards the slider opening onto the living room. I look at the enormous wom... Click Here To Read More

Funeral for Charlie A Online Story By Lori Schafer

Charlie was dead. It was hard to say what had done him in, but given that his roommates Rusty and Redhead had passed away unexpectedly the week before, my husband suspected environmental causes. Not me, though. I suspected Fishy. The teeniest of all of our goldfish, Fishy had outlived not merely several new fish, but several entire sets of new fish, of a variety of breeds and sizes. We had often remarked on the unquenchable virility which seemed to sustain his minute form while our other fish went belly-up all around him. When poor Charlie got sick, he took to lurking in a corner of the tank,... Click Here To Read More