Schrödinger Company India Stories

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Dynamics of a Human Heart Ch. 07

by Tyler_H on Sep 18, 2017
Romance

"So I'll find what lies beneath Your sick twisted smile As I lie underneath Your cold jaded eyes Now you turn the tide on me 'Cause you're so unkind I will always be here For the rest of my life" -Breaking Benjamin "What Lies Beneath" She lasted two and a half hours before things started falling apart. Her walk with Sam had been a welcome diversion; the s...

No Accounting For Chaos Ch. 11

by ElRoylk on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

There was no way she was going to work. She called in sick – something she hardly ever did – but after last night there was no way. In spite of hardly sleeping at all, she was running off the energy from her 'trip to the river.' Not wanting to disturb him (he never seemed to be bothered by this burst of energy, aside from his near constant erection) she sat...

No Accounting For Chaos Ch. 01

by ElRoylk on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

She looked up from the table as he was getting up to leave. She had missed the last thing he had said, lost in a thought. Too much wine. "I'm sorry," she said, stopping him. "What did you ask?" "Just wondered if you'd had enough, or if you wanted anything else?" She was pretty full and there was still a lot left on her plate. "No, thanks. This is fantasti...

The Time Machine Ch. 01

by smilodonwriter on Sep 12, 2017
Humor & Satire

The Time Machine Voyage One - Going Greek The Professor was quite mad, of course. I believe he was an archetype rather than a stereotype but ‘what the hell, Archie,’ as Mehitabel was wont to say. I met him in the local supermarket. He was pacing the aisles muttering to himself. Now I’m one of these people who can’t help but look at what other folk are buyi...

Life as a Venn Diagram

by Andyhm on Sep 28, 2020
Loving Wives

Copyright: Andyhm. 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years...

What Fools These Mortals Be

by dtiverson on Dec 12, 2018
Loving Wives

I'm a hopeless romantic and I know less about sharing than I do about Schrodinger's cat. But Randi's the den-mother and she's challenged our little group to write a sharing story -- nothing could possibly go wrong with that... right?! It's been ages since I've posted a typical LW fantasy and I have to admit that it's been fun to let the wolf out for a meanin...

Once upon a Secret

by DennyDriehoek on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The main character is not me. This is a pure fantasy scenario. Malcolm Lawrence was good at keeping his secret. He hid what he considered to be his true self from everyone. His marriage to Marybeth was going strong after 25 years, and although she knew he had a fetish, he gave no indication to her about how much it meant. After being open about it, for a t...

The Perils of Love Ch. 02

by WillDevo on Dec 16, 2019
Romance

Her words glared at me. Even if they were in bold, italicized, flashing text, they wouldn't have been more clear. She'd SAID IT. I felt it, but she REVEALED IT. I felt incredible joy as I typed the next four words, but dreaded the rest. 'I love you, too! But this can't end well. I'm graduating in a few weeks and moving a lot further away.' There was anoth...

My Life Is Over

by IridescentNecklace on Apr 15, 2020
NonHuman

'My life is over,' I muttered, as the real estate agent led me up to the front door. Even for a redbrick old house in Newcastle it looked... rustic? Quaint? Shit. It looked shit. Beat-up and dirty, what was described to me as a 'front garden' was more a slab of concrete with a plastic chair and determined weeds reaching through the cracks. Even the outside...

The Idiot

by Fredoberto on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

Streams of rainwater flowed relentlessly across the cracked grey pavement towards the gutters, reflecting the pale glare of the streetlights. This had once been a busy street in a buzzing and vibrant northern English town, whose textile mills produced high fashion garments for export world-wide. But Carbington was now a broken relic of a bygone era, its hea...