Natalie Demoss
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Single mom to an Autistic child and budding author and artist finally following my dreams. The hand drawn art on my stories is my own.
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Witch In The Wild
She peered through the thick green foliage, barely allowing herself to breathe. The birds had stopped singing. The animals that had been scampering about suddenly scurried off. She waited with her arrow nocked and ready. The brush in the distance was rustling. Then she saw the man, not even trying to hide his approach. When he was within range, she pulled back on the bowstring and let her arrow fly, whispering a prayer for the Air to let it fly true. The arrow went through the eye slit of the soldier’s helmet. Dead before he hit the ground, he never even saw it coming. She waited to be sure that there had been no one else following behind him then, quietly slid out of the tree. She yanked the arrow out of his face, gagging slightly when his eyeball came with it. She cleaned the weapon on his cloak and took his sword with her. She couldn’t afford to lose any arrows. She kept moving. She had to get out of Shoniel before they caught her.
By Natalie Demoss4 years ago in Fiction
Boys Will Be Boys
Kyle gave Amelia an appreciative look as he sat at the bar. He banged his glass on the scuffed wooden surface to let her know he wanted another beer. He caressed her hand as she reached out to grab the stein. The shapely barmaid pulled her hand away from his roughly. He smiled at her while keeping his eyes firmly on her breasts. She walked over to the taps then slid the glass back down the bar to him. Beer and foam sloshed out onto his shirt. “Watch out, you stupid little….”
By Natalie Demoss4 years ago in Fiction
The Strange Disappearance of Kathleen Kilday
Shadows were beginning to envelop the trees in the thicket across the road as evening set in. Kathleen brushed the hair from her brow with her forearm as she spread the last of the clean clothes over the hedges to dry. Something just out of sight caught her eye. She turned to peer into the trees. A green light blinked in the distance. It moved a bit erratically. What could be making that light?
By Natalie Demoss4 years ago in Fiction
Girls Night Out
Sophie barely stirred as the door to her apartment banged open. Kayla had said she was coming over for a movie night. Of course, Kayla’s idea of a movie night meant sappy love stories on the Hallmark Channel. If it were up to Sophie, which was rare, she would prefer binge-watching Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.
By Natalie Demoss4 years ago in Fiction
For The Love Of Marigolds
The rich black earth filtered through his fingers as he spread it around the marigolds. They were Aurelia’s favorite flower. Nate had planted marigolds in the flower beds every fall since they had married. He looked at the flowers with the ruffled petals, the yellows and oranges looking like the beautiful sunsets she always dragged him out of the house to see. She told him that marigolds reminded her of the sun and filled her with joy.
By Natalie Demoss5 years ago in Fiction
What Lies In The Heart
Isobel sat in the kitchen looking at the nondescript brown paper box sitting on the table in front of her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to open it. There was a good chance the contents would be overflowing with undesired emotions. She hadn’t asked for this. Her life had been nearly perfect before this. She pushed the chair back from the table with a huff of frustration. She couldn’t do this right now. Grabbing her jacket, she walked out of the house and went to the stables.
By Natalie Demoss5 years ago in Fiction
Just One Of Those Days
Analise wandered through the forest, trying to find her way home. She felt like something was watching her. Heartbeat increasing, she began to run, tripping over roots that seemed to reach out to her. All she could see were blurs of green and brown. No matter how fast she ran she never seemed to get anywhere. She could hear strange, muted voices but couldn’t tell where they were. A familiar drumbeat had her whirling around. Screaming women surrounded her. They were crying and pulling on their hair. Her favorite band was on stage playing their hearts out. She began to dance along with the music.
By Natalie Demoss5 years ago in Fiction
Key, Book and Manor
Isla shoved her gear into her bag and left the crowded backstage area. It was cold outside as she walked to the El station. She was frustrated. No matter what she did, she never seemed to advance beyond a backup dancer. If she could land an understudy job, she could have a shot at someone seeing her potential.
By Natalie Demoss5 years ago in Futurism
