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 Man Named Albert
The Civil War is probably one of the most important facets of American history taught in schools today, and for very good reason. It was by far the bloodiest and most brutal war Americans have ever been engaged in; brothers killing brothers, almost destroying the entire country from within. Perhaps that speaks to the stubbornness of Southern Americans in general, and their deeply ingrained inability to admit when they are wrong. The Civil War might just have been the darkest period in United States' history, which is why it's so important for our young people to study it. American schoolchildren are taught endlessly about the battles that were fought, the reasons their forefathers went to war, and the important figures who emerged on either side of it. More often than not, however, there are some people who are regularly forgotten. And of the forgotten few, one man just may be the most important of them all.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in History
The Doctor's Assistant. Honorable Mention in Pride Under Pressure Challenge. Content Warning.
It was hot that day, when we met. There’s nothing quite like Georgia heat in July; it’s the kind of muggy, sticky heat that just seeps through your clothes and into to your bones, until all you want to do is just lay down and die. We were out in the field, Maggie and me, picking peas and tomatoes with Daddy. The sun was hot enough to fry your brains clear out of your skull and make them drip out of your ears in a lumpy mush, but it did wonders for the crops.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in Pride
To Whom It May Concern...
May 17th, 2025 To: My Brain Dear sir, madam, or other: I am writing to you today to inform you that I am done. I quit. I give up. Life in general has not been very kind to me lately, and frankly I believe it is entirely your fault. For the past thirty-odd years I have been your faithful and compliant punching bag, taking the lumps you have doled out with very little fuss. From this moment henceforth, however, I have elected to unzip the sandbag you have trapped me in and resign wholeheartedly from that position.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in Journal
Pathogen: Ch. 14
Marnie's hands were shaking as she smoothed them over her hair, checking for any frizzy fly-aways that had gotten loose. Instinctively, she cupped the large ballet bun on the back of her head, wincing a little at the bobbi pins jammed into her scalp. How did her mom do this every day? It was no wonder now why Lt. Nightingale didn't have a single wrinkle on her face. Marnie's hair was pulled so tight, she didn't think she'd ever be able to use her facial muscles again. She only touched the bun for a second before Bianca swatted her hand away lightly.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in Horror
Adulting Is Hard
"It's time to get up," the Grown-Up says, her voice gentle in its urging. On the bedside table, the alarm she set last night beeps incessantly, confirming that morning has arrived. Outside the window, birds chirp their cheerful melodies to greet the day, while the pale light of dawn casts rainbows about the room through the dew-covered panes.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in Confessions
Pathogen: Ch. 13
This was dumb. Probably the dumbest, stupidest, most idiotic thing Marnie had ever done in all her sixteen years. The minute Bianca suggested it, she should've said, "no thank you," and left while the getting was good. Instead, here she was: sneaking back into her own house in broad daylight to raid her mom's closet.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Horror
Spiraling. Content Warning.
Have you ever had one of those days where you just didn't want to get out of bed? A morning where nothing would have been more wonderful than to roll over, go back to sleep, and never wake up again? To lose yourself forever in a blissful cocoon of peace, quiet, and dreamless slumber, without having to worry about the outside world or the people in it for an eternity? Lucy had been having one of those days for the last three years of her life.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Fiction
Paradise Found
Paradise City was... well, paradise. Long ago, it had once been a cluster of independent city-states all crammed together on the same continent. Hunger, war, and poverty almost tore them apart until He descended. He floated down from the heavens on a flaming chariot, and single-handedly saved everyone on the continent. There were no more borders; no more strife and anguish. No more hunger or crime or neediness. He made Paradise City what it was today, and the people in it were very, very happy He came. All they needed to do to keep the blessed peace was surrender completely to His will, which they did happily. His will was the will of the people, and the will of the people was His.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Futurism
Marshmallow Eggs
For most of those who live in the Western Hemisphere, it's that time of year again. If you're a practicing Christian, it isn't hard to imagine what your morning today must have looked like: rising from bed early, donning the best of your Sunday best, and heading off to church with a song on your lips, praising the living Christ. For many of us who grew up in a Christian household, Easter isn't just an important tradition we've kept from our childhoods. At least, not to me.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Confessions
Pathogen: Ch. 12
Marnie rolled the car up to Bianca's house a little after seven. It was chugging on fumes by then, all but collapsing like a cartoon in the wide, circular driveway. She didn't see any other cars except for Bianca's SUV, which was a relief. Wrestling a zombie from one vehicle to another would be hard enough without Bianca's parents around to witness it. Marnie glanced into the back seat cautiously, hesitating before cutting the engine. Zombie Trevor had passed out again - thank goodness - looking very serene in his nest of beef stick wrappers and empty jerky bags. Once she was sure he wouldn't wake up and wig out, she turned the car off with a heavy sigh. The second she did, the front door of Bianca's house swung open.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Horror
The Man Upstairs
Samantha's new apartment was absolutely perfect. Brand-new stainless steel appliances and granite counters in the kitchen; fully furnished with pieces that were both tasteful and comfortable; a closet big enough to double as an extra bedroom; and a million-dollar view of the city from every window. On top of all it's perks, she got it for a song. When she showed her mother the listing, neither of them believed it could be as good as it looked in the pictures. The minute they walked through the door at the open house, Samantha was in love. Her mother, however, was a bit more cautious and skeptical.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Horror
