Short Story Selections

By Asa Montreaux  Intentions Picture perfect you don’t need no filter. May you always be strong and faithful Shower you with all my intentions My only intention Is to change people’s live in a small way So lasting, they will truly be a different Person afterwards. Heart full of equity you’re an asset. We want you. We want you on our team. To save the world.  It’s not corny. Because I’m deathly serious. And by the time I say it. It is not corny Anymore.

By Asa Montreaux  I can save the world. I can save the world. Doubt that the son doth move. Don’t doubt that I can make a difference. And in an instant. Doubt that the stars are fire. A star can be someone doing something intelligent And oddly affecting.  Doubt that truth be a liar. There is no way I can explain to you the enormity of my Influence and the feeling of strength I have and the power I have When I dig deep But never doubt that I love. With deep compassion as the center of my actions I intend to save the world. From everything.

By Asa Montreaux  ‘And really Holden, do you have a problem with the way everyone else behaves?’ ‘The way everyone else behaves, you mean like you feel everyone has one way of behaving?’ ‘Well of course. Everyone except for the mentally ill. Like you, Holden. And criminals. There is a proper way to behave and everyone follows the rules.’ ‘Well I get like decorum.’ ‘No, Holden. A way to act all of the time. Your personality is, I must say, not right.’ ‘What do you mean? Everyone’s allowed to have their own personality?’ ‘What made you think that Holden? Everyone must have a personality that is agreeable to everyone else. There is the one ideal personality.’ ‘I think I might have the wrong office.’ ‘Don’t go anywhere Holden.’ ‘Okay. So there are right behaviors in every situation?’ ‘Of course. There are. It’s while you are here that you have to learn them.’ ‘But how?’ ‘Well,’ he took off his glasses, like he was a very sensitive and quietly intelligent man. ‘I suggest you watch the s...

By Asa Montreaux  Later that afternoon, there wasn’t very much to do, I sat around watching movies with the other people in this place with me. I’m a lot critical though I’m not going to get into with you because I told you alot already about the movies I like, if you remember the last time I was writing you. They were movies from years ago. Like five years ago, even ten years ago. I guess they weren’t really very interesting to watch, I really just decided in the end to go read some. I was quite reading Look Homeward, Angel, and quite getting into it. Though I wondered from page to page what this was for or what that was for. I think if I was going to write a book, I make it really short, and like poetic. Make every word count. It didn’t really seem to matter to add a bunch of other words. People would appreciate that. It would take less time to read. I guess maybe it wouldn’t necessarily be harder. The better a book the more I’d appreciate it. It’s hard to tell how the whole soci...

By Asa Montreaux  ‘Holden, it’s you and stories all the time. You have to come back to being in touch with reality. You don’t need this fiction. You need basic facts. You need reality.’ ‘Yea, and you already mentioned that. Reality. But look, doc, what’s the importance of reality without stories. I think if you just think of the past, present, and future, and don’t make sense of them, then you have nothing that makes sense. Stories combine them for you. Then you can see how things happened. That’s what I do with my writing. Then I can see how things happened, and make sense of things. What event caused the next event. It gives me clarity. ‘Holden, the clarity comes from the basic facts of the situation. As I said, you needed reality. If you have the facts, you can understand the situation. Holden, schizoids lack proper understanding of what they perceive. They often understand things differently than how they actually are. You need to stay with it. Use reason and information, to gu...

By Asa Montreaux  ‘I could put my mark on the world. An indelible mark.’ He flipped the pancake onto my plate. He slid very close to me to do it. After he placed a hand on my shoulder and patted it a little. Then he looked me in the eyes softly, thinking deep things about me for a moment. Then he shuffled off, and sat down at the breakfast table. ‘Come on, Aidan,’ he said. And I went and sat with him and ate the pancakes. They were delicious. 10 After that it was time to go back to New York. I arranged for a healthcare worker to come and visit my mom, and care for her in my absence. We had made strides, but her first new words were a ways off, and I would probably be back for them. In the meantime, I had to get back to my life, my purpose, and I guess, my job. If I didn’t secure I got paid, then who would. No one. Calum drive to the airport. I let him drive our car, and then he pulled into YVR long term parking, and we took a ticket to leave the car parked there for the entirety of...