Author: MacAshton

I write fiction about yetis, drunken monster, hunters and all other manner of creatures. My first novel, Whiteout - A Nick Ventner Adventure, has received universal praise and is available now wherever books are sold.

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles – Chapter 2

Nick had detoxed before and each time it got a little worse. The shakes were more violent, the sweats wetter, the fevers higher, and the hallucinations more salacious.

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles – Chapter 1

Table of Contents Chapter 1- You are here! Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 1. Hello, My Name Is Nick looked out at a sea of grizzled faces staring back at him from atop plastic bucket seats. He didn’t recognize anyone in particular, but he knew the type. Most had some … Continue reading Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles – Chapter 1 →

Home for the Holidays

Below you will find a link to download this story as a word doc! It is very long and I could see reading it on a website being painful. But, as a teaser, I've included the text of the first chapter below to draw you in! Kindle, PDF, and Mobi files are all free for … Continue reading Home for the Holidays →

The Lake

This is a story I wrote in 2016, but I've gone through and re-written it to match my current style better and fix several gratuitous grammatical errors. It takes place before A Man of the Mountain, Whiteout and Downpour (a book series) and serves as a good introduction to Nick Ventner, my favorite drunken monster … Continue reading The Lake →

My Dog, Louie – Pt 1

Last week was a weird week, and I decided to start drawing a web comic about it. If you like it, let me know! Maybe I'll make more. If not, let me know, and I might still make more.

The Snails Are on the Move

Look, I wrote a story about killer snails, but people seem to like it, maybe you will too. "Wonderfully visceral piece of story-telling." - ABC Tales User "How wonderfully horrifying!" - A Reddit User

Hangin’ Around – 6

Herb Withers watched in horror as Jeremiah raised his hitherto unused pistol. The barrel was pointed right at Herb’s chest, and before there was any chance to react, a deafening thunderclap rocked him backward.