Ian Barrett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Fugazi” by Ian Barrett

Mystic Mordo’s is a local psychic shop tucked in between a nail salon and a shawarma shop. Most of the customers immediately notice the sharp contrast of acetone and roasted meat as they make their way through a doorway comprised of strands of glass beads that clank together announcing their arrival. The customer is met by a woman named Veruca. Her real name is Gina but she thought it sounded more Slavic and she loves th...

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“If only it were Groundhog Day” by Ian Barrett

I woke up to the sun on my face and realized I had overslept. When I looked over to my alarm clock it was frozen on the numbers 9:27am. It wasn’t blinking like the power had gone out so I assumed it was just broken. As I pulled the covers off I noticed that they felt heavier. I thought this was a little odd until I tried to pull my legs out. It felt like I had done a 1000 squats. What the hell is going on? I don’t need this shit right now I’m already late for work. I found a shirt and a pair of pants and quickly m...

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“I hate the color blue” by Ian Barrett

I don’t know when it started. It just happened one night. When everyone woke up it was there. No one knew why or how or what to do. Some people thought it was the government, some thought it was aliens. The blue haze ran along the edges of town. It wasn’t quite a fog but something thicker. If you waved your hand through it it would feel like you were cupping a handful of water in a bathtub, but nothing would come back with your hand. There were a few people who walked into it but were never seen again.&n...

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“Drive-ins” by Ian Barrett

“You wanna do something fun?” Jody said. “What did you have in mind?” Mickey asked. “Let’s get everybody together and go to the drive-ins. It’s the last one and they do the dusk till dawn special. There’s like 4 or 5 movies. Everybody from school is going.” “Alright, let me make some calls.” It was the Labor Day finale at the Northfield Drive-ins and it was always packed. Anybody who wa...

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“Where the scary things are” by Ian Barrett

Max had what you would call “episodes” or that’s what his mother had been calling them. They started when he was young and progressively got worse to the point where she considered having him committed. The things that happened to him even brought Child Welfare Services to their door. It wasn’t just the things he would say it was the physical marks all over his body. There were deep scratches and bruises, even some burns...

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“No one wants to die on a Sunday” by Ian Barrett

CW: violenceIt was sometime after 11pm and I was lying on the cool pavement spitting out gobs of blood as feet were stomping and kicking different regions of my body. You might be wondering why I’m getting the holy hell kicked out of me. To better understand why I’ll have to take you back a few days where things really started to go bad. It all started on a Friday night, not so different from any other until she walked into the bar. You could smell her perfume as she sat down, all dolled up for a night on the ...

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“Cry electric” by Ian Barrett

The room was full of people talking. Some were crying, some were eating hors d’oeuvres. He hated this. He hated the small talk and the constant question: How are you doing? Some people even tried to hug him. He hated that most of all. “Adam honey, could you go to the kitchen and bring out more deviled eggs?” His Mother asked.“Yes Mom,” Adam said. Anything to get away from this circus he thought to himself.He cut his way through the people. A few tried to stop him ...

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“It's all in the bling.” by Ian Barrett

Laura didn’t want to go see Jake’s parents. They were what she would call rich. Rich by her standards because she grew up in the trailer park and his mother always found ways to remind her of that. His father wasn’t so bad. He was quiet and polite but distant. But the mother was relentless in her criticisms. Sometimes it was in the form of underhanded comments or the way she would explain things to her like she was a 5 y...

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I like telling stories. Hope to get better with everyone.