Frank slumped into the tired remains of the long-abandoned fast-food chicken restaurant. The fluorescent lights had been repaired and most of the rats scared away, but it still didn’t feel like the best place for a meeting. There was a church across the street, nice old building, but of course, a gathering there would raise … Continue reading Short Story – Necromantic Abominations Anonymous
"Someone once told me stories are best told on a cold night next to a warm flame."
Below is part 2 of The Stakes, a short Nick Ventner tale that will conclude with Part 3 in a week or so. If you like what you read, be sure to share it around!
This is the first of a 2 or 3 part (We'll see how the story goes) Nick Ventner Tale that I will be releasing over the coming weeks. I'm about halfway done with the rest, so expect to see it soon! Also, we have an official release date for Whiteout of May 1st, 2018! We'll … Continue reading The Stakes – Part 1
For those who are looking to catch up: Part 1-2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 The Priest and the Bottle Chad left the restaurant feeling full, but unnerved. The presence of Mrs. B’s grim yet somehow cheerful specter had left him in shock only momentarily. After a few minutes to ponder, the … Continue reading Chadpocalypse 1:7
If you need to catch up, here are links to previous chapters: Parts 1-2 Part 3 4. The sight of Hell suddenly appearing through the wall of Chad’s apartment was enough to silence him temporarily. The horseman’s firm grip held him by his collar, as Chad dangled above a lake of lava. Far below, a … Continue reading Chadpocalypse 1:4
This is the third chapter of my newest short story, Chadpocalypse. Parts 1-2 can be found here. 1:3 “Oh great, thanks Marvin, you’ve let the Jehovahs in again,” Chad yelled. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for various religious figures to come knocking at the doors of the apartment building, but the trick was to play … Continue reading Chadpocalypse 1:3
Prologue It started simply with two individuals sitting in a coffee shop. One was Brian, a young, not-all-too-handsome man, with a slender frame. The other was a woman, dark, also slender, but with a shrewd look about her. Brian gazed down at the freshly wiped glass of the table as his coffee cup leaked … Continue reading Diary of a Dead Man
Here's a short story I wrote about a year back about Nick Ventner in his early years, before Whiteout. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!
Ashton Macaulay 