Mac_Ashton

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I have 313 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 82969 times and 180 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 currently live in Seattle with a true menagerie of two cats, and two dogs. 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, enjoy this image of my dog, Louie.

My stories

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The First Ambassador to Crustacea - 13

Previous Chapter 13. Big Fish Zip’s reaction to watching Pilsen swallowed whole was a mix of absolute terror and guilty relief. The terror was...
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The First Ambassador to Crustacea - 12

Previous Chapter 12. Last Ditch Efforts Huron woke with the distinct sense that she was lucky to be alive. Every piece of her carapace ached and it...
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The First Ambassador to Crustacea - 11

Previous Chapter 11. Behemoth Pilsen had plenty of time to think. After his brief chat with the leader of the lobster rebellion, he liked his odds of...
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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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