Ian Read

Joined June 2021

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I am an archaeologist, bookwyrm, and story-teller from New Hampshire.

Serial Fiction, Short Stories, and Poetry in diverse genres with a penchant for dark fiction and whimsical fantasy.

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Solitude: a Micro
There was only one rule: Don't Open the Door. The designers of the experiment were clear enough on that point. The statement appeared in bright red letters above the door on the inside of the claustrophobic capsule I had been encased in for the past four or five months. The days really do run into each other with no sun or moon. About a week ago (was it a week?) I had torn the calendar to confetti just so the pretty black numbers and scenes of unspoiled pine forest wouldn't mock me.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Horror
A Tender Caress. Content Warning.
The three boys busied themselves preparing their campsite. They were all at those dawning ages of nineteen and twenty when the whole world was newly theirs and their stomping grounds had given way to new frontiers to master. Nevertheless, Duncan regarded the flimsy polyester tents with dismay as Archie and Oliver struggled to make a campfire.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Horror
Deliver Me. Content Warning.
Doctor Sanders clicked open his briefcase as he sat opposite his patient, who seemed to pay him no mind. Indeed, the dinner table they were sat at was as opulent as anything. Given he was offered a house call by one of the city's most notorious men, he was not surprised. Being a doctor of psychology, he was not often caught off guard, but this man was of exceptional remark.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Horror
An Unhealthy Obsession. Content Warning.
You might be wondering how I ended up in such a peculiar situation. Indeed, the story is quite amusing and I have nothing but time; but where to begin? Ah, I suppose from the beginning of the day would be the most logical, yes.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Horror
Fantasy Shorts: Troublesome Investigations
Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time, we need wages. -Terry Pratchett ----- "Captain Malarkey," cried Constable Mithers as she ran into the room like a particularly overcaffeinated squirrel.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Fiction
Keep Out the Outdoors
There was only one rule: don't open the door. Especially on cold autumn nights like this, that one rule was king. I stood at the front door, looking out as I sipped my evening juice box.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Horror
Danger on the Dance Floor
"Wasn't it worth it, darling?" The suited man asked the woman whose hand he held. "Ah, yes, Gerald," she said with a smile, twirling her hips to show off her black gown and corset.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Fiction
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STOP! Who approaches the Bridge of Death must answer me thes- Sorry about that. This is an Exclusive Article you see. So if you have not upgraded your subscription...
By Ian ReadExclusive • about a year ago
Archive: My Tippity Top Stories
Here is a modest catalog of my personal favorites, top stories, official and unofficial award winners listed by category and date of publication. I totally didn't steal this idea from Matthew Fromm and L.C. Schafer. I have no idea what you're talking about whatsoever. None.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Writers
The Thing Behind the Fourth Wall. Top Story - September 2024.
It was a bright early morning in Joseph's house. Unexpectedly bright, as a matter of fact, as he had forgot to close his curtains the night before.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Fiction
Intrusive Thoughts
The highest form of stream of consciousness poetry is Pickles Sweet sour dill pickles Pickle spears with burgers and cheese and onions
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
A Midnight Dance in the Mushroom Ring - Exclusive Edition
Welcome to my first poetry exclusive article! This poem, 'A Midnight Dance in the Mushroom Ring', was my second top story ever. It was never for a challenge or anything, it just came to me one night when I was just pleasure reading some old Welsh and Scottish fairy stories. Not the cutesy 'Tinker Bell' ones, but the old ones, the ones that often keep children up at night with all manner of nightmare: changelings, vengeful spirits, and the strange remote places that the fair folk call home and other such eldritch fare. I think those are the best poems, the ones that just come to you without warning and beg you to write them despite the fact that the clock says it's just shy of 2 AM.
By Ian ReadExclusive • about a year ago

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Solitude: a Micro

A Tender Caress. Content Warning.

Deliver Me. Content Warning.

An Unhealthy Obsession. Content Warning.

Fantasy Shorts: Troublesome Investigations

Keep Out the Outdoors

Danger on the Dance Floor

Exclusive Club

Archive: My Tippity Top Stories

The Thing Behind the Fourth Wall. Top Story - September 2024.

Intrusive Thoughts

A Midnight Dance in the Mushroom Ring - Exclusive Edition

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