Short Story Selections

Winter Dreams, the alternate text, Pt. 2 by Asa Montreaux Later that afternoon they set off on the single-lane road that ran along the lake, to the other cabins. Amory and Genevra sat in front and their boy, Archer, sat in the back silently. Amory had only had one drink before they left to make sure he was in the mood when they arrived. In his day it was normal to drink lots. People were unaware of the consequences of drinking alcohol, and did not temper their intake of it. He drove a little slowly, conscientious of the precious cargo in the back. He cared about his son’s health, he was the link to the future. Other than his writing, his son would be the only thing to carry his legacy forward. Archer was very likeable, and he fit into the family plans nicely. The road curved and curved around the lake. The car moved at a gentle pace of fifteen miles an hour, and they reached the other cabins in twenty minutes.  Amory approached the cabins, driving past the nearest one, and parking ...

 

  Winter Dreams, the alternate text By Asa Montreaux Outside, across the dull-colored lake Amory could see the other cabins. A single light shone from the middle one, the other two stood illuminated only in an effervescent gleam. He wondered what the inhabitants were up to, otherwise there was nothing to occupy one’s mind out here in the country. It was unpleasant being home in Minnesota, but such was the times. The depression had been the curve ball in everyone’s plans, Amory figured. For him, otherwise he would have been the CEO of the advertising company his Dad had purchased a small share in by 1930.  It was 1933 now, and Amory found himself scribbling novels to try and pay the bills. Strangely, he was chasing an artistic vision, trying to create something that would last forever, and that people would surely die to have. Sitting alone at night, when it wasn’t too cold around the lake, he would wonder whether it wasn’t an unachievable task, to create a novel of prose as be...

Going to abort this one, it is not going to come out, but here is what I had written so far. You may know by now that Zayn is not seriously a real person, so I suppose this is a fictionalization. It does not represent my own feelings or life experiences. --- Zayn: Solo Being a solo musician was the greatest dream come true, all in an instant. I always wanted my name to be the act and I always wanted to be the one with the attention on me. Getting my first album out there was the experience I’d been waiting for. Writing it had been a process in sharing part of my mind, and seeing it out there, people listening to it, has been an enlightening and a stressful experience.  I expect a lot out of myself, and I expect my music to really reach out to people, and to make them feel they loved it, loved the track, or loved the album. But sometimes when I’ve written about my own personal feelings, the anxiety that someone might hate what I wrote, or criticize it, or not want to hear any more o...