Category: Short Fiction

Short Story – Please Hold

This week, I've got a short story inspired by my ire towards the concept of waiting on hold. Despite our many technological advances, we're still stuck with the same crappy music and the same crappy system from the past.

Lake of the Damned – A Zombie-Laden Camp Horror Novella – OUT NOW!

End-of-summer camping is supposed to be a peaceful experience. Jen just wants her parents to stop fighting long enough to roast s'mores, Donna is scheming to overcharge rubes for fireside tarot readings, and Jerry is looking to finish a few cheap beers in peace. But at Lake Lobo, not everything is as it seems. Beneath the dark waters, evil is rising—and if the campers want to make it out alive, they'll have to fight for their lives.

Two Ways to Win

Here's a short story I wrote for the prompt: "Write a story about a warrior who doesn’t want to kill the dragon." I had a blast writing it, I hope you enjoy reading it.

The End, For Real This Time, Or Is It?

Here's another quick short story that came listening to The Doors and the prompt: "Write a story with an open ending that gives readers just enough details to draw their own conclusions."

The Labor Day Ghost

This is a short story generated from the Reedsy prompt: "What was meant to be a great bonding vacation turns sour when an uninvited guest tags along."

The First Ambassador to Crustacea – First Chapter

Kickstarter!! From June 1st-June 30th, you can back this novella on Kickstarter. Get yourself a signed copy of the paperback when it releases and early access to the full novella online! Any amount helps and rewards start at $5. Thank you for your support! --Ashton https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/macashton/the-first-ambassador-to-crustacea 1. Ambition Nana’s Hog was a ship that looked … Continue reading The First Ambassador to Crustacea – First Chapter →

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles – Chapter 6

Even with his breath held, Nick imagined that he could smell the sickly stench. His lungs burned with the exertion of staying on top of the thick currents below, but he waited to surface. Once he did, he was going to have to make a quick exit from the water or face mortal peril on a variety of different fronts.

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles – Chapter 5

“Got something you want to share with the class?” Nick shifted, feeling rusty chains burning into his wrists. “Oh, come on, I’m not Houdini. Is all this really necessary?” Strictly, it was necessary. Nick knew more than a hundred ways to break out of bondage, both professional and otherwise.

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles – Chapter 4

As it turned out, the depictions of cutesy cryptids being sold in underground shops and suddenly transforming weren’t that far off the mark. There were plenty of Christmases that had gone wrong from cheap dads trying to make a last-minute impression.