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StoryIsolation Part 1 (Chapter 2 of 4) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryDeath Co: 7 (We Have Rules) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout: 2 (Lopsang) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout: 8 (Down the Mountain) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout III: 3(My Interview With a Goddess) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Bells mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryMidway (1) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mallard God Complex (11) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryA Story in a Forest (2) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryDivine Intervention mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Spoon mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mallard God Complex (Chapter 1) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mallard God Complex (7-2) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout: 3 (Base Camp) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout: 4-5 (On Lupine Classification & A Trophy) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout II: 10 (The Ice Fall) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout II: 11(The Death Zone) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mallard God Complex (9) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Secret Life of Trees mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mallard God Complex (13) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
CollectionThe Mallard God Complex mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
CollectionDeath Co mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
CollectionShift mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
CollectionUntitled Western mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
CollectionIsolation mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago

My stories

The Mallard God Complex (12)

12. Full Moon And then, as if nothing had happened, I am back in the moment. There is no branch crack and I am walking through the forest. The stink...

The Mallard God Complex (11)

11. Wasteland When I was a kid I was told a story about the deserts that lay beyond the city walls. First that we were not the reason that they were...

Shift (1)

Sometimes we forget where we are in the moment and don’t to see. The hands of death clutch my throat and yet I find that I let them. I embrace them...

The Mallard God Complex (13)

13. Little Pistol Deep in the pine forests that hide beyond the edges of the desert there is a shack. There’s not much to it other than a few...

The Mallard God Complex (12)

12. Fire Rides Far away, there is something sniffing at my trail. I can’t see it, but I can hear it. The scrabbling of paws on a hard-packed dirt...

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