Natalie Gray
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Welcome, Travelers! Allow me to introduce you to a compelling world of Magick and Mystery. My stories are not for the faint of heart, but should you deign to read them I hope you will find them entertaining and intriguing to say the least.
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The Mask Slips
All things considered, the lecture Theo received from his father could've been worse. At the very least, it was short and to the point. He didn't even mention the fresh bruise on Theo's nose. If he even bothered to notice it at all, that is. Thaddeus had already left for work when Theo got up the next morning, leaving the seventeen-year-old to fend for himself for breakfast. As usual. Although he headed off to school without so much as a "good morning" note from his father, Thaddeus Quill's words from the night before still rang clearly in Theo's ears.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Chapters
Pathogen: Ch. 18
It didn't feel as if Marnie had been sleeping long when a light, persistent jiggle on her shoulder woke her up. With a sleepy grumble, she curled tighter to Julian's side, peeking open one bleary eye instinctively. Bianca was standing over her. The other girl looked as tired as Marnie felt, her expression calm and deeply apologetic. Marnie's face arranged itself in a grumpy grimace as she looked around their crappy little motel room. The place wasn't on fire; the feds and/or cops weren't banging on the door; Zombie Trevor was still sitting contentedly on the floor in front of the TV, watching Simpsons reruns and pigging out on beef jerky.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Horror
At Arm's Length
Theo knew from the brochure that Hill Academy was quite large. The brochure, however, did not give the school an ounce of justice. The sprawling campus had more acreage than students. Among its many buildings set aside for core classes, Hill Academy sported a baseball, football, and American football field, an Olympic-sized swimming pool, two tennis courts, and a running track. For those less athletically inclined, there were computer labs and music rooms galore, as well as a massive library and an auditorium to rival the Apollo.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Chapters
The Carousel of Dreams
It's very vague by now, but I'll never forget the first time I saw it. My parents stuffed us all in the back of my aunt's faithful old Ford Explorer, along with three of my cousins. Where were we going? I had no idea, nor did I care really. I seldom paid attention to such details at that age. We rode for what felt like hours to me before the car finally stopped... and when I stepped out of that giant white SUV, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven on the spot.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Humans
Doxxing Shayna. Content Warning.
"Man, what's taking so long?!" "I just need a few more seconds," Pete grumbled, "this is an art, Davey, not a science!" Davey groaned in exasperation and flopped onto Pete's bed, not that Pete paid him an ounce of attention. One hundred percent of his brainpower was laser focused on his computer screen, and his task at hand. His fingers flew across they keyboard at Mach 5, weaving a tapestry of ones and zeroes so beautiful that it would make the old Dutch masters weep. Or, at the very least, his computer science teacher.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Lives in the Wall
"Mommy?! Mommy, wake up!" Heidi groaned and rolled over toward the small voice, wishing her dream of mai-tais on the beach and hunky cabana boys could've lasted just a little longer. It took a few seconds for her bleary eyes to adjust in the dark. The second the frightened little boy standing at her bedside came into focus, she was wide awake.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Fiction
Tattie-Bogle. Content Warning.
Molly stared out the window with her pale, freckly cheek resting on her fist, completely lost in her thoughts. Beyond that thick pane of safety glass, acres upon acres of rolling, hilly farmland zipped past. Every now and then, there would be a break in the endless yellow-green fields full of waving cornstalks, yielding room for a little pasture. These tiny patches of dark green were almost always occupied with a few sleepy cows, lounging under wide, shady trees or enjoying a lazy afternoon graze.
By Natalie Gray3 months ago in Horror
Christmas Eve is Magic
For many who celebrate the Holidays, "Christmas" feels synonymous with "tradition". You dust off the good Winterberry plates; test the light strands you bought at K-Mart fifteen years ago to make sure they still work (and surprisingly they do); pilfer mom's old recipe box for that recipe you make only once a year, and hope you can still read the writing on it. Then there's the shopping, and the giftwrapping, and the baking, and the carols. All these little rituals - large and small - are meaningful in their own way, and some have more meaning than others. One in particular, however, has a special place in my heart every Christmas... and it happens before the blessed day ever kicks off.
By Natalie Gray3 months ago in Humans
