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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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 Gray11 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 Gray11 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 Gray11 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 Gray12 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 Gray12 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 Gray12 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 Gray12 months ago in Horror
Chapter Three: The Healer
Twig peeked out of Aidan’s pocket as he crawled, dumbfounded, across the floor toward Kyden’s limp form. They patted Aidan's face with an inquisitive chirp, but he neither noticed nor felt it. He was far too busy scooping the old Elfkin gently into his arms, his dark eyes permanently fixed on the pasty, slack face staring up at him. Breaking from his shock a bit, Aidan gave Kyden’s shoulders the gentlest shake.
By Natalie Gray12 months ago in Chapters
Pathogen, Ch. 11
While Marnie was still reeling from shock, Julian leaned over the center console and took a peek out her window. A second later, he threw himself violently in the other direction, kicking open the passenger side door in the process. Marnie grimaced at the sound of him tossing his cookies onto the asphalt, but she couldn't blame him for it a bit. Honestly, it was all she could do to keep from tossing her own cookies. Tossing cookies felt like a very appropriate response to seeing a gore-covered zombie sitting in a pile of what used to be a person.
By Natalie Gray12 months ago in Horror
Pathogen, Ch. 10. Content Warning.
A set of knuckles rapping sharply on her window jolted Marnie from a deep, dreamless sleep. For a second, she forgot where she was, until she saw Julian snoozing in the passenger seat beside her. The moment she laid eyes on him, everything that had happened the night before came rushing to the front of her mind like a flash-flood. Apparently he was a pretty heavy sleeper, as he hadn't been awakened by the knocking like her.
By Natalie Gray12 months ago in Horror
Annabeth's Home. Honorable Mention in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge.
There was nothing in the world Annabeth loved more than her house. It had been in her family for four generations, built by her great-grandfather's own hands. Annabeth was born in that house, and she planned to die in it someday. Every room was meticulously decorated to her liking; each stick of furniture and knickknack placed in exactly the right spot. Everything was absolutely perfect... until one day, it wasn't.
By Natalie Gray12 months ago in Fiction
