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 Washingtons. Honorable Mention in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge. Content Warning.
Polly couldn't believe her luck when she'd gotten the news: her job application had been accepted. She - Polly Louise Dinkel - Little Miss Nobody, was going to be the media manager for the Washington Family.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
Pathogen: Ch. 16. Content Warning.
This was bad. This was very, very, very bad. Alarms screamed all around Marnie as she barreled down the hall, racing for the elevator as fast as her high heels could carry her. General Hackett or one of his scientists must have flipped a switch, because the lights went out around her within a second of her taking off. All she had to see by were the hazard lights, slowly flashing red to the tempo of the alarm.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Horror
Summer Lovin'
Danny Zuko stifled a yawn, his fingertips brushing the underside of his beach umbrella as he stretched his back. With a heavy, bored sigh, he laced his fingers together behind his head, being careful not to muss his perfectly coifed, jet black pompadour. The ocean played lazily upon the shore in front of him, white, frothy caps licking the sand like a cat grooming its fur in an afternoon sunbeam. Overhead, the impossibly blue sky was filled with gulls, laughing and diving randomly at people who weren't guarding their picnic hampers closely enough.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
The Rookie. Content Warning.
The lonesome wail of a distant siren cut through the cold night air, adding to the city's dismal atmosphere. Det. Marchetti blew the steam off his coffee with a sigh, taking a slurp before ducking under the plastic yellow tape stretched across the alley. It was thicker than mud and only half as tasty, but it was the best cup the 42nd precinct could brew. Besides, he wasn't in a position to complain. There were worse things in this life than bad coffee; a sentiment that the body at his feet would probably share, if it could talk.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
The King's Jewel
It was all anyone in the kingdom could talk about for months: Princess Lovely was finally of marrying age. King Kaiser's subjects were all abuzz with gossip and questions about her once the decree went out, as no one had been allowed to look upon the princess for years. Some speculated that she'd died, and the royal family conducted her funeral in secret. Others suggested that she'd been disfigured in a tragic accident, hiding deep in the bowels of the palace out of shame. The most popular theory, however, was that her beauty was so great the king kept her prisoner; believing no other soul was worthy to look upon her.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
Seeing Is Believing
Joanie pulled her threadbare wool coat tighter around her as she walked, rubbing her numb, red nose with a sniff. Her feet were killing her after being on them all day, but sadly she couldn't go home yet. She still had one more shift to go. One more long, exhausting shift, to cap off the longest, most exhausting day of her life so far.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
The Ice Cream Fairy
The air conditioner droned incessantly in the window, filling the apartment with a constant, grating hum. Although it gave a medal-worthy effort, the cool air it produced was immediately swallowed by the sticky, hot, stagnant atmosphere. Natasha debated whether or not to just turn it off entirely; the temperature seemed no different either way, and at the very least it would give her peace at last.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
A Walk Through The Garden
Victor awoke with a terrified gasp, barely holding back a scream. He snapped up to a sitting position immediately, fueled by fear and adrenaline, then cradles his woozy, swimming head in his hands right after. In hindsight, sitting up so fast was not a smart idea. With a groan, he pivoted around and set his feet on the floor, bending over until his head was between his knees. It felt like his brain had been put in a blender on frappe; his stomach was doing flip-flops under his ribs, and his ears were filled with a shrill, high-pitched whine that refused to go away. By the time he got his breath back and the world stopped spinning like a Tilt-O-Whirl, he realized that whine was not a whine.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
Pre-Wedding Jitters
"...and the ceremony would take place here," Jill breezed past the ballroom at a fast clip, almost faster than Rosie could keep pace with. That wide, plasticky grin stayed on her Botox-filled face the entire time, her decoupaged clipboard tucked tight under her flabby arm. "Oh, and out here is the garden. Just look at all those flower buds! They should all be popped out by the big day. Can you imagine what a gorgeous backdrop that would make for pictures?!"
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
