Short Story Selections

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Winter Dreams pt. 7 By Asa Montreaux * The next morning, at 6:00 am, Amory roused himself, feeling unable to continue sleeping while these great ideas continued to swirl in his mind. It was time to write. To get the great ideas down on paper. It was just like in the triangle club, when he had smoked cigarette after cigarette, writing from the end of classes until the next morning. Presently he smoked a cigarette, and typed furiously on his typewriter, the same one he had used in college at Princeton.   Starting a novel did not mean just hammering out page after page of the story, but it sort of meant that. The first two chapters Amory new by heart just after the drive home from Richard’s cabin. After that, it was a process of stopping to outline, furiously typing notes on each scene, and then furiously typing out the scenes themselves.  In terms of the work itself, it was part the best literary work of his career, part the best thriller everyone had ever read. That was wh...

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Winter Dreams pt. 6 By Asa Montreaux ‘Thank you Amory, that means a lot to me.’ Richard said. ‘You’re welcome Richard. So what would be your idea for a for-certain best seller?’ Richard considered for a moment, then he said, ‘My idea would fit the bill for both a best seller, and a literary smash. What if there was a train, and upon it, there was a murder. But what happened is, no one knew who had done it. And there was a detective on board. It becomes up to the detective to solve it.’ ‘I’m listening,’ Amory said. And he was listening, very closely. ‘What ends up happening, is that there was no one person responsible for the murder. It’d been something done by everyone on board, other than the detective. They all had a part in it, so in the end, it was no one’s fault. They all shared in the end the respective guilt, but they really did not share the responsibility for the crime.’ ‘In the end, you have a far reaching story, about the power and danger of group thinking, and getting caugh...

Winter Dreams pt. 5 By Asa Montreaux The new man of literary psychoanalysis had a charm about him so enticing, that you forgot after a while that you had felt lured by the strength of the charm in the first place. You were positively intoxicated by the power of his charm. ‘It’d be delightful if you accompanied Rosemary and I on our ski trip this weekend. We would love to have you.’ After he said it, he looked Amory in the eyes, and smiled extraordinarily warmly. Though his smile had that touch of subtlety, not too large, not too forced, that always filled it with an authentic seeming charm. ‘We do not have any plans this weekend. Genevra, darling, would you like to go with them?’ ‘Why, I am not sure. It would be marvelous fun. Yes, I think that would be alright.’ ‘Yes,’ Amory said. ‘The housekeeper can watch the children again. Richard, we are in for that adventure.’ ‘Most excellent,’ Richard said, ‘Most excellent.’ He began eating, and finished a few forkfuls before he spoke again. ‘A...