Natalia Perez Wahlberg
Bio
Illustrator, entrepreneur and writer since I can remember.
Love a good book and can talk endlessly about books and literature.
Creator, artist, motion graphics.
Stories (46/0)
Shark teeth
The first time I saw a shark was on the big screen. The year was 1975, and the film was one that became an instant classic and the culprit for all the horror shark movies to follow in subsequent decades. I had gone with my friends, skipping school to sneak in to watch a movie that my parents would otherwise not allow me to see.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction
A late night mystery
“Hey, what’s that?” John pointed with his chin towards a box left on the counter. Desiree followed his gaze and discovered with her own eyes the box wrapped in brown paper. It looked like one of those mafia boxes where you could find a head or some other body part inside it to send a message. However, this box was carefully packaged, it was pristine, not a smudge, nothing.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction
Comatose
I’m not sure what went wrong, but when it did, shit hit the fan faster than a Stephen King novel on speed. When the virus had wiped out one-quarter of the world’s population, desperation and chaos were running havoc. There were talks of a vaccine. Studies had been conducted, research done, testing and probing executed, and there were imminent signs for hope.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction
The end
It had been six months since she had left. Six long, excruciating, pain-ridden months. It was always "left". He never used any other word to describe her passing. Left didn’t sound so horrible, so final. Left allowed for a glimmer of hope, even though there was none to be had. Nonetheless, he held on to it. Perhaps it was easier to remember her that way, to think of her voice, of her lips on his skin, of her beautiful smile, or the way her hair smelled after a shower. He would stick to left until he was no more. Which, let’s be honest, wasn’t that far ahead. He looked down at his left hand.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction
The three passions that make me whole
I grew up believing that something you were passionate about was supposed to be a hobby. Something you did on the side when you had some time away from work. Work, which was supposed to be something you did day in, day out, without much joy, but that which would bring you the necessary money to support yourself and a family, should you have one.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Earth
Before & After
Brunches, walks with friends, spontaneous trips to a National Park to enjoy a hike in nature. Public transit to get into the city, go to the grocery store at any time, attend festivals, travel, meet for dinner with friends, sit down at a coffee shop to read a book, do some work, or just take a minute in one’s busy day to relax and disconnect from the office or home. Take your pet to the vet with short notice, go to the gym, swim in a public pool, work from the library, visit a museum, or go to the movies when the fancy hits. Go out of your home to just get out and get a change of scenery. Meet people on the street, talk to strangers, gather with more than five people, celebrate your birthday, or a friend’s birthday, or celebrate the promotion of someone you care about. Go out dancing on a crowded dance floor. Attend concerts. Browse books at the bookstore, or at the library. Get a tattoo, a piercing, or change the one you currently have. See a stranger smile at you as you hold the door open for them, or smile at someone who’s done something nice. Go on a date, meet new people, go to networking events. Go ice skating, go rock climbing, play a group sport, or play in a musical group, do martial arts. Hug your mom, your dad, your sister, your brother, your friends…
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Humans
Letter from the other side
Dear Mariana, I hope you don’t cry when you read this, though I can’t demand much of you from where I’m writing. It’s interesting, I find the simple notion of writing to you from here unbelievable. I, who always thought that “here” did not exist.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg3 years ago in Fiction