Short Story Selections

By Asa Montreaux Later in the evening, he went to the meeting. They waited patiently for everyone to settle a little, they had heard that someone had run in and that it wasn’t a zombie.  The meeting was still called to discuss global warming. The head of the board stood and began addressing the gathering. We have scheduled today’s meeting to discuss the global warming crisis. As we have discussed previous meetings the zombie virus has accelerated the rate of global warming by almost 200 percent. We could be wiped off the face of the planet, even in our smaller numbers. We have to figure out what to do. Space colonization is still a distant option, as although we have the technology for a craft, we are uncertain how long we can survive in artificial gravity. We will not be able to reach a new planet. At this point with an extremely concerted effort we could significantly slow this process. However it would involve trekking out into dangerous zombie territory. We are not su...

By Asa Montreaux You mean you don’t think you can kill them? I don’t know. I don’t think so. I mean one day I think they will start to resemble the face of people I know. That there just won’t be anymore I can stop. Aren’t you just scared they're going to kill you? Yea. But sometimes I think it’s more than that, you know? You shouldn’t let your mind wander so far. It’s not so good for you. Is it really not good for me? No. But you could become too immersed in your dream world. Yea. I think you can usually tell right away. People that go too far think they’re going crazy. Maybe, yes. You’re not going crazy. No. Of course not. I’m here with you. I know. I don’t doubt it. Zombies are scary. But every day I go out there I know they’re real, and there out there. Me too. So we are all seeing them. It’s not just you.   Haha. No I don’t think it is. They look like something you might have seen in a nightmare I guess. Do you think peo...

By Asa Montreaux, pen name Nick Hollis No one wanted to be bit. Well, you weren’t really ever bit. No, it just found you. Someone would infect you after they found you. They’d have the serum like they used in the war and they’d turn you over to the dark side. Every war was like that. They turned you over to their side, take away your humanity and make a monster of you, like you had been scared of, scared of them. There was only one city now. There was a compound. You couldn’t come in or out the compound. Not unless you really died, and weren’t just struck with the serum. Really though, there weren’t any others. There was just one city, like Troy I guess. I think they were the worst sort of people we’d ever seen, that could make zombies of people. Then the zombies ate even them. So the world, I thought, maybe we weren’t supposed to inhabit. In a real way we’d created the disaster as a species, it wasn’t the world. But we didn’t deserve it anymore. I looked at my fellow unaffected ...

By Asa Montreaux, pen name Andrew James My parents split up and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to escape the only things I’d ever known. I told them that there fighting was causing me too much pain and I was leaving to live in Canada. My father assured me that I didn’t need to go and do things all on my own. He was going to come with me to Canada. Maybe I should have left on my own. But I could never say no to the man. You see I was born in Canada, and this is why I have always been better than everyone else. Canadians are better looking, more intelligent, and talented at hockey than any other group of people. Whenever I was given a hard time in school, or in the alleyways, nothing ever affected me. I had already won. I was Canadian, after all. I rose above every conflict because after all I was going back to Canada soon. When was I going back to Canada? Next year. Next year when? Next year, son. My experience of being a child clashes with those...