Short Story Selections

I uploaded all the new parts of the story as one pdf. The link is below: Novel So Far P 2

By: Asa Montreaux They slept again after that, though the night, and until early in the morning. They awoke around 4 30 am, and found the apartment cold from having the window broken.  “I guess I should get that fixed right away,” Holden said. “Yes! Get it fixed right away!” And there was something else on her mind. “Holden who was that?” “I don’t know. It was nobody,” he said. But there was more he needed to say. “It is possible we have a stalker. I don’t know how to say this, but it is possible I have seen him before.”  “Oh, no!” She said, as she grabbed him in her arms and hugged him. He knew to hug her back. “I believe you, is it bad?” He was not sure how much to say right at first. Though he obviously had to tell her everything. “You know, I think I have seen three, four times. It could be, and Salazar thinks it could be quite bad. They are sure he is stalking us, actually. They are sure it is often.” “Is it all the time? Oh my goodness?” “I have to say Salazar says it is...

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Hey guys,  Let me tell you about something new. I have been involved in politics by influencing and volunteering in elections, and one day I think I’ll be a lot more in politics. But sometimes we don’t know where to go with our governments. It’s time I contribute an idea to Politics, and it is a large idea, but it does not amount to an ideology. The first proposition of Asaism is the end of ideology, and the beginning of rapid change to the society, as it is.  We will not destroy it, but just begin augmenting it at rapid speed. Societies will become entities that are fully nurtured by their governments, but also supported by the GDP of corporations and small businesses. Cities will stretch further, though highways will be replaced by high speed railways to allow everyone to get to the city centre as quickly as possible. As if they had lived there, even. This will allow the prices of homes to be diminished, and allow for everyone to have their own home. Micro homes will make up...

By Asa Montreaux * A few minutes later they were laying on the couch, with a duvet blanket from the bed draped over them. They had wiped themselves with Kleenex, I mean to say anything they hadn’t eaten off each other. He livingly caressed her hair, twirling it, and she dozed a few times, though woke up, having the thought in her dream, that she needed to kiss him, and she kissed him each time. After a while, Salazar need to go to the bathroom. Hahaha. I’m only joking. …Holden needed to go to the bathroom, and he moved her arm carefully from under his, and then set her body fully on the couch, and moved to the bathroom.  When he walked into the bathroom, it seemed it was occupied, because the stalker was in there. I mean, he must have been feeling a bit off, he was usually so smooth. But there he was on the toilet, masterbating harder than had ever seen any human masterbate, like online, or anything. He could only think, ‘what the fuck…’. But quickly he realized he needed to do som...

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Right now there was no time to think about it anymore. Fioanae was on her way over to fuck him. Was there anything she even knew. No, though she had wanted to spend every second together lately. What if this stalker was someone you knew? What if he served you coffee, or opened a door for you? What if he could get right into your life, and interact with you? …And you would not even know it? Fionae was just slightly more scared the last few times he saw her. As of yet she had nothing to say about it, anytime you asked how are you feeling, she said fine, or good. But she was scared. Holden knew the stalker was not just out there, but constantly up to something. He realized he was probably so good,  you couldn’t tell the way he was affecting you. It would almost seem there was nothing he had done. She opened the door. She had a key, though from time to she rang and waited for him to answer. And then she would grab his neck kiss him with all of her spit and tongue.  Sometimes after...

* Holden was not an investigator, though he was the one living the story. It was his life, when this serial killer came around and watched him. When the serial killer came into his home, and was in the same room. What were the chances the killer would attack? It actually seemed incredibly likely. Serial killers obviously stalk their prey, toy with them a while, and then make a move to kill them. It was many a night that Holden would awake, sweating, flustered, frightened, from a dream were he was right about to die at the hands of his serial killer stalker. In a handful of the dreams, Holden had died, and awoken after. Nothing had happened in these dreams, after he died. He had laid on the ground, where he had died, and gazed up at the killer, killing his wife, in every single dream except one. In the other dream sequence, he found himself already buried, his eyes open, looking up the coffin, unable to move, and not able to breath, before he awoke. And when he awoke he felt his breath ...