Short Story Selections

By Asa Montreaux This time of year I mourned the loss of summer, but our lives said they would go on. For playing  a sport we chose a place that was pretty damned far away. It was never easy to talk about the environment with these hockey players, but I put together a carpool anyways. It is weird because when you are young and you are together you cannot just not have fun and I probably didn’t seem as serious as in past years. Whatever. I was still the same person. Quitting hockey was against people’s wishes and I seemed to need to slag through one last year before I could make myself heard;  I didn’t want to quit, I just didn’t want to be in a stretcher one day. People decided I was lazy or I dressed as if I was in some theatre or I drank too much. It is just funny that anyone thought I could handle anything like that when it had already gotten to the point when  everyone’s got so riled up that my nice father thinks it might be okay if he decides to hit me. Anyways. ...

By Asa Montreaux, pen name Andrew James It is proper to think of our private lives. This world is just so big. And yet I might as well have been able to describe the things inside Allister’s mind because there were similar things in my mind, much darker I fear. I was worried about the things I was seeing everyday. It was strange, everyone like me went through an experience like this, where things weren’t as simple as you thought when you were young, or rather they are as complex as you feared. Dad said that things had always been like this. Things were going to be okayish. But it made me sick to think, that we had not been around for forever, that things had changed so much in some time before my Dad. When the storm came, it was twice as big as we thought. It touched land in Miami, and devastated the area. The sea swept ashore everywhere. The storm kept its strength into the Midwest. Tornadoes followed in its wake. Further destruction was discovered as time went past. By the time...