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I have 307 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 127191 times and 171 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Ashton Macaulay

My name is Ashton, I am the author of the Nick Ventner Adventures, currently available anywhere books are sold, but if you need some links: https://linktr.ee/macashton

I take most of my inspiration from a lifelong anxiety disorder that has constantly tried to convince me the world revolves around my death. Writing about death-defying situations with a humorous bend has helped me cope and produced what I feel are some interesting stories. In an age filled with plenty of non-fiction to keep us grounded, I’m trying to create literature that transports readers away to the big adventure novels of old and pokes fun at just about everything that goes bump in the night.

I live in Seattle with a true menagerie of two cats and a dog. They are featured frequently in everything I do, be it typos in my work, or strange photoshops to use as my website header. Thanks for reading!

My stories

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The First Ambassador to Crustacea - 10

Previous Chapter 10. Big Metal Coffin The excitement of donning a black market mech suit quickly faded as Zip descended into the darkness beyond...
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The First Ambassador to Crustacea - 9

Previous Chapter 9. Revolt Being below the shelf felt unnatural in every way possible. From her first moments, cartwheeling through the air above...
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The First Ambassador to Crustacea - 1

1. Ambition Nana’s Hog was a ship that looked like it belonged squalling in a mud pit rather than careening through space on low-level transport jobs...
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Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (Epilogue)

Previous Chapter Epilogue The recovery room was just as white and pristine as Nick had imagined it. Profound thirst gripped at his dry throat...
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Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (6)

Previous Chapter 6. A Shit End to a Shit Date Nick floated beneath the churning water, trying not to imagine what manner of nasty was surrounding him...

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