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I have 307 stories published in 10 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 112047 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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Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (5)

Previous Chapter 5. Sewer Sirens Nick had been shot enough times to know that if he still felt the pain, it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Judging by...
Cherry

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (4) [2 of 2]

Continued from Part 1 Disappointment and growing attraction battled in Nick’s gut. He got to his feet, brushing off the various aches and pains. I’m...

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (4) [1 of 2]

Previous Chapter 4. Dates in Sewers Nick rolled the car window down and savored the ungodly stink of Midway as they flew through the streets. Damp...

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (3)

Previous Chapter 3. Midnight Runaways Nick sat, awake, reading one of the library’s many ‘classics’. Upon arrival, he had quickly discovered that it...

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (2)

Previous Chapter 2. From One Drunk to Another Nick had detoxed before and each time it got a little worse. The shakes were more violent, the sweats...

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