Nationalexange
July 25th, 2011, 12:27 AM
As a sort of ongoing hobby I have a short story I work on every now and then. This is just a sort of prologue, but let me know what you think.
Dark looming clouds made their way slowly across the black Vienna cityscape, bringing with them an ominous sense of despair. Gaslights dotted the empty streets like phantom will-o-wisps lighting the way for any who dared venture out into the storm. The rain fell upon the dark cobblestone, pooling in some places running in others coming down without remorse. From a window the faint glow of candles could be seen. Inside, two men stood engrossed in conversation. A young man stood talking to another, an older gentleman in a fine suit. “These dreams I have seem more and more real, as if I am physically there.” “The dreams we have Mr. Rutherford, they are very much a way to see into the inner workings of our mind.” The elderly gentleman took a puff from a pungent cigar, the lines in his weathered face creasing into a frown as he sucked on the foul smelling tobacco. “It would seem Mr. Rutherford that there is some deeper meaning to these dreams… what do you suppose they mean?” The younger of the two men frowned and replied “nothing Dr. they are dreams and nothing more, merely pictures painted by the mind to make sleep more interesting.” The old man shook his head, and selecting a book off a large shelf began to leaf through its yellowed pages. “Do you disagree with my saying that Dr? Have I offended your years of research?” The old man looked up from his book and calmly stated “these dreams we have hold many secrets. They are more than mere images… they hold many secrets. These violent acts you dream about, perhaps it is some repressed memory…or even your subconscious trying to tell to change your life. I believe dreams hold more than what may readily seem apparent.” The young man looked with disdain retorting, “That may be true of your patients Dr. Freud but not of me. My dreams are plainly such…dreams and nothing more.” “We could discuss these dreams if you wish. The human mind has many layers; sometimes it is prudent to delve through its layers with assistance.” “Doctor, I am here with you to study people…not to be studied. I am not another one of your projects. I studied with you to learn more of the human mind, just as I studied with the London detective to familiarize with the actions of the mind.” The young man picked up his coat and left the small room abruptly causing a rush of wind and mist to blow in as the tiny door opened. The doctor smiled dousing his cigar on the desk and returned to his studies. The smoke of the spent cigar mixed with the damp air from outside caused the young man to turn back in disgust. Without looking up from his book the gentleman plainly stated, “Remember Mr. Rutherford…just because you cannot explain something, or choose not to explain something; this does not mean it will not come back to haunt you. The most real things in life are those which we cannot explain.” “That will be all Dr. Freud. Thank you and good night.” “Will you be returning Mr. Rutherford?” “I should think not sir. Good night.”
Dark looming clouds made their way slowly across the black Vienna cityscape, bringing with them an ominous sense of despair. Gaslights dotted the empty streets like phantom will-o-wisps lighting the way for any who dared venture out into the storm. The rain fell upon the dark cobblestone, pooling in some places running in others coming down without remorse. From a window the faint glow of candles could be seen. Inside, two men stood engrossed in conversation. A young man stood talking to another, an older gentleman in a fine suit. “These dreams I have seem more and more real, as if I am physically there.” “The dreams we have Mr. Rutherford, they are very much a way to see into the inner workings of our mind.” The elderly gentleman took a puff from a pungent cigar, the lines in his weathered face creasing into a frown as he sucked on the foul smelling tobacco. “It would seem Mr. Rutherford that there is some deeper meaning to these dreams… what do you suppose they mean?” The younger of the two men frowned and replied “nothing Dr. they are dreams and nothing more, merely pictures painted by the mind to make sleep more interesting.” The old man shook his head, and selecting a book off a large shelf began to leaf through its yellowed pages. “Do you disagree with my saying that Dr? Have I offended your years of research?” The old man looked up from his book and calmly stated “these dreams we have hold many secrets. They are more than mere images… they hold many secrets. These violent acts you dream about, perhaps it is some repressed memory…or even your subconscious trying to tell to change your life. I believe dreams hold more than what may readily seem apparent.” The young man looked with disdain retorting, “That may be true of your patients Dr. Freud but not of me. My dreams are plainly such…dreams and nothing more.” “We could discuss these dreams if you wish. The human mind has many layers; sometimes it is prudent to delve through its layers with assistance.” “Doctor, I am here with you to study people…not to be studied. I am not another one of your projects. I studied with you to learn more of the human mind, just as I studied with the London detective to familiarize with the actions of the mind.” The young man picked up his coat and left the small room abruptly causing a rush of wind and mist to blow in as the tiny door opened. The doctor smiled dousing his cigar on the desk and returned to his studies. The smoke of the spent cigar mixed with the damp air from outside caused the young man to turn back in disgust. Without looking up from his book the gentleman plainly stated, “Remember Mr. Rutherford…just because you cannot explain something, or choose not to explain something; this does not mean it will not come back to haunt you. The most real things in life are those which we cannot explain.” “That will be all Dr. Freud. Thank you and good night.” “Will you be returning Mr. Rutherford?” “I should think not sir. Good night.”