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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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A Woman of the Swamp - 2

Previous Chapter 2. Little Shop of Voodoo Time passed slow in the fetid heat. There were no sirens, and no alarms. Marie reached back through the...
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Hangin' Around (6)

Previous Chapter 6. Maggie’s Revenge Herb Withers watched in horror as Jerimiah raised his hitherto unto used pistol. The barrel was pointed right at...
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Hangin' Around (5)

Previous chapter 5. Thunder on the Horizon Adam’s idea of a training regimen wasn’t much. Day after day, he told Maggie to ‘focus her anger’ or ‘...
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Hangin' Around (4)

Previous chapter. 4. The Rise and Fall of Crooked Larry All Maggie wanted to do was ask Adam about the possession, but a bet was a bet. From word one...
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Hangin' Around (3)

Previous Chapter 3. Another Hanging in Paradise For the first month, Adam looked up hopefully at the sound of every hoofbeat on the horizon. Whether...

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