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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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
The Good Samaritan
Rain pelted the windshield as Georgia sped down the pitch black road. Between the glare of headlights from oncoming traffic and the water sheeting over the glass, visibility was nil. Her right hand gripped the wheel so tight, her knuckles ached. Still, she didn't dare let go, holding onto the worn leather like a lifeline. Her left stayed on her tight, perfectly round belly, massaging constant circles into the side of it. When a fresh wave of pain swelled through it, she bit her lip and groaned deeply through it.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
Sixteenth Summer
I really have no idea what the hell happened. That summer was supposed to be the summer. For the first time ever, I had made friends. Our penny-pinching school had finally sprung for a class-wide trip, the first ever I had been on. Two whole weeks in Disneyworld: nothing but sun, fun, and the hottest girls in my class strutting their stuff in bikinis around the hotel swimming pool. What more could a sixteen-year-old guy ask for?
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
Bailey's Back. Runner-Up in The Second First Time Challenge.
The sun shone brightly on the Alabama Gulf Coast that day, sparkling like a string of diamonds on the deep, blue-green water. Bailey stole glances at it as she drove, mostly because she just couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen the Gulf of Mexico in over ten years. Not since she left home and traveled north for college.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Agent 355
In the fall of 1776, General Washington received grievous news. One of his chief espionage officers, Nathan Hale, had just been captured and executed by the British. Frankly he wasn't too terribly surprised; Hale was a good man, but a horrendous spy. Nor was he the first of Washington's spies to be found out and killed before they could deliver their hard-sought information about the enemy. After receiving news of Hale's execution by hanging without a trial, Washington was most aggrieved and probably more than a little frustrated.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in History
Noisy Silence
I've found myself in this predicament a lot more than usual in recent weeks: I want to write something, but I have no idea what that something is. It's not that I have no ideas, or that the ideas I have are too numerous to just pick one out of. Currently, there are three - no - four W.I.P. stories open in front of me. Frankly, I'm not sure what the problem is... but hopefully by the end of this, I'll have an inkling.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Writers
Pathogen: Ch. 15
The closer it got to sunset, the more anxious Marnie got. She had no idea whose idea it was to break into the army base after dark. Surely they could do the same thing during the day. In fact, a daytime operation would probably be less conspicuous in hindsight. She chalked it up to Julian watching too many heist movies. Maybe Bianca had seen too many as well, which was why Marnie had been outvoted so quickly.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in Horror
Dance of Death
Frau Troffea dabbed the sweat and dirt off her brow with her forearm, tilting her face toward the sky with a heavy sigh. Even for the peak of summer, the bone dry July air was unusually hot. Her small village of Strasbourg had not seen a drop of rain since the first of June 1517, which was over a year ago; the Rhine was the lowest it had been since she was a child, only adding onto the strife her village had suffered in recent years. Last year's crops were quite small, no thanks to a strange black bile that rendered most of it inedible. Abbé Henri - the village priest - declared that it was cursed by St. Vitus for the sins Strasbourg had committed. What those sins were, however, no one was quite sure.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in History
