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I have 307 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 130691 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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Whiteout ReWrite II-1 (Empty Slopes) [Part 2 of 2]

Snow began to fall, and Nick knew that the storm was getting closer. Rather than worry, he busied himself by trying to figure out more about the...
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Whiteout ReWrite II-1 (Empty Slopes) [Part 1 of 2]

Long chapter, had to split it in to two parts. Second part should be the post right after this! 1. Empty Slopes “So that’s it then? You all just...
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Whiteout Rewrite (Departing the Black Market)

11. Departing the Black Market “All of that gold for three bottles of miserable purple goop,” moaned Nick as they stepped back out into the lit...
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Whiteout Rewrite (Little Shop of Horrors)

10. Little Shop of Horrors After what felt like miles of winding through shops, alleyways, and tightly packed streets, they arrived at a shop,...
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Whiteout Rewrite (The Black Market)

9. The Black Market “This place is very dangerous,” said Nick to James, looking shiftily around the street corner they were on. They were waiting on...

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