Tag: fiction

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 →

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 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.

Hangin’ Around – 5

Fall came, quickly followed by winter, and the hangings slowed, so they had plenty of time to practice, and even more for Maggie to be frustrated at the lack of progress.

Hangin’ Around – 3

The following month was hot, the sun’s scorching rays beating down on the packed earth and sending waves through the otherwise clear air.

Hangin’ Around – 2

It took the better part of the afternoon for Adam to stop asking repetitive questions. Otis sat patiently through three hundred ‘why’s and ‘where’s before finally losing his cool and telling the man to suck it up.

Hangin’ Around – 1

“It’s all in the feet. See? See how much he’s kicking? Can’t conserve a breath like that, no sir.” Maggie looked up at the man swinging from the high branch of Hangman’s Tree. She felt a twinge of sympathy, but mostly anticipation. A pocket watch ticked slowly in her hand.