Short Story Selections

By Asa Montreaux  Days went by and I found it difficult to look at my Dad. I couldn't see him the same way anymore. Knowing what he was capable of, I couldn't stand it. I wished he wasn't my Dad. Sometimes I went on walks, and mostly I wondered how I ended up with a family like this. How cruel! My Mom endeavored to comfort me but even that felt a little hollow. I wondered secretly whether there wasn't something I could do. Whether there wasn't something that could change things. I thought about telling Jayden's parents the truth, that it was my fault. But I couldn't work up the courage. It was probably for the better. And I didn't know how to tell people yet. How was I going to get people to believe me, accusing my own father of murder. They'd look at me like I was crazy. No, I couldn't tell anyone what I knew. Not yet. I searched online to see if anyone was catching on to what was happening. There was no word on who carried out the act. If...

Aidan P. 1 By Asa Montreaux I wish I wasn't so shy, I wish I didn't have a really damn inconvenient tendency to faint under the slightest amount of pressure. I don't know how it got this way, but I do know that I have panic disorder. I start to feel uncomfortable, my heart starts racing and thumping like it's going to burst out of my chest, and then my vision starts to get blurry, and then all of the sudden I wake up on the floor, or in a hospital bed. My name is Aidan. I'm a twenty year old junior at UBC. I live in Vancouver with my Mom and Dad and I take the bus to school every day. On the weekends I take the bus into school too, and I go to Koerner's library, with it's big, book shaped arch, and I work on my writing. I wrote a novel. It's called “Life in Technicolor. ” I guess when you feel more comfortable on your own, it's easy to sit down and get totally lost in a story. It took me two months. I've written othe...