Short Story Selections

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Winter Dreams Pt. 4 By Asa Montreaux When they sat down at the dining table, everything was placed except for the main course. Amory took a sip of wine, and before he finished it, he could see the maid servant bringing out the dinner. There were four plates on a tray, and she set it down near the edge of the table.  She served the guests first, and then she served Richard and Rosemary next. They were a beautiful couple together. Nicole had no idea they were together, and it was for her own protection, because of her tendency to be mentally frail, that her connections in America kept the secret from her. The truth seemed to be that Richard had fallen madly in love with Rosemary. She seemed to be everything Nicole was not. She was healthy, especially in mind. And she was youthful, and happy. Nicole had grown old, and she had become worried, and deceitful. Richard eventually realized he missed Rosemary so much, that it was making him feel pain. In his melancholy, he had lashed out ver...

Winter Dreams Pt. 3 By Asa Montreaux ‘So,’ Amory said. ‘What is it that your book was about, remind me? While I am familiar with your work, lately I have not asked much about your project because you seemed so immersed in it. Now that it is finished, at least the writing, what is the new contribution?’ Richard sat back, sighing, and pondering how to answer the question. ‘Well, thank you, Amory, I had not been trying to keep it a secret to my friends, but I preferred not to reveal too much information about it, if I didn’t have to, to tell you the truth.’ Richard scratched his chin. While he had been writing every morning, perhaps most afternoons, he was clean shaven always, and was always taking care of himself. ‘The idea that is going to blow people’s minds is not necessarily originating in the human brain, but now, it is there, it is very there, and it always will be. But it originated in myths. It is, the archetype.’ Amory felt a little color drain from his face. Though he felt exci...