Natalie C..
Bio
I am a young writer who lets her creative flow through her writing. I tend to write on the darker side of topics because a lot of people don't. I have a darker imagination than most people.
Stories (37/0)
Destruction
Standing in front of the body drenched in their blood, I begin to realize what happened. Shaking in fear, all I could see was the dark night sky fiercely glooming over me. The day before I was a normal nine-year-old girl. Now I am alone in the middle of the woods with a dead body. What happened to me? How did I end up here alone?
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Horror
Soldier
Seven o’clock news: “Two hours before the big earthquake happened in Oklahoma, a soldier died for her country. She was proud to be a part of the National Guard. She saved the life of a four-year-old girl before dying. This little girl's name is Avery and she is special; she has the personality of a butterfly, so gentle and caring. Avery has been in and out of foster care her entire life, not being able to find a permanent place to live. The place she was living in when this happened was with a man named Chad Richmond. He would abuse her for small, little things like not sweeping the floor properly or not dusting. She was a maid in his mind and that was all she was to him.
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Serve
Difficult Truth
In an old abandoned house at the end of Falls Street, plants took over the foundation, as it was crumbling away into nothing. A young high school girl after school would find herself walking towards this house. Stepping inside felt as if she had a place that wanted her, like she had a purpose in life. Every day going to school was a struggle, always finding herself leaving early or crying behind the school. She could never go home and tell her parents about what was happening. Her mom was a drug addict that got drunk and high every night, not having a care in the world. Sara knew her mom was hurting her unborn brother by her actions. Simply just taking the consequences in and processing it through her mind, she knew her brother wouldn’t survive. Her father, on the other hand, was never around; when he was around, he would always be very verbally abusive, ending up in arguments over nothing important. Her younger brother, James, being verbally abused by his words, felt like torture to Sara, not knowing how she could stop the abuse from happening, only knowing it could only get worse from there. With nowhere to turn to feel alone and bullied at school, she soon found herself falling into a deep dark hole, finding a comfort blanket of loneliness and depression wrapping around her as if it was the only way.
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Psyche
The Full Moon
The worst cramps I have ever had set into my biceps. My arms began twisting. I could feel my ankles popping. It came on so suddenly. I dropped to my bedroom floor. I looked out the window and saw a full moon. I could feel my bones cracking and breaking. Behind me, I heard this voice that said, “Mommy?” I crawled around to face the voice, and it was my little seven-year-old daughter, Emily. Emily started to cry at the sight of me. I tried to calm her down, but all she did was run out of the room screaming.
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Horror
Struggling with an ED
Stepping on the scale and seeing the numbers start to go up. That is the day my life started to change. It was raining outside and the house was silent, except for the classical music playing within. My thoughts racing and my emotions colliding and crashing. Feeling the soft rug in between my toes as the tears were running down my face. I was standing in the bathroom in front of the scale as if it was taunting me to take the step. Letting my eyes wander around the room looking for an escape of the mental torture. My eyes becoming fixated on the blue and white bottle of laxatives on the side of the spotlessly cleaned bathtub. As my mind was exhausted and tired of fighting, I stepped onto the scale and looked down seeing the numbers start to settle on the number 100 pounds. ‘I wasn’t skinny enough’ my mind kept repeating to me as I stepped off and grabbed the bottle of laxatives. My hands shaking and struggling to get the childproof cap off of the familiar bottle. My heart feeling as though it was going to pound out of my chest.
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Psyche
Living in Pain
I am a very active person. I have been seen I was really little. I went to dance from 3 to 7, then cheer for one year, then gymnastics from 8 to when I was in the middle of 5th grade. I go camping all the time I possibly can go. I can’t just sit around for very long. I have to keep moving.
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Longevity
Heads
Hello, my name is Reijo Almila. I am 16 years old and this is my story. I just moved to this town in Lucherberg, Germany, from Velkua, Finland. All of my life I have been moving around. In all of the schools, I have never fit in with the other kids. Always being bullied and teased. This time to me, this school freaks me out. Everyone at this school is so weird. Today is my first day, and I am having the weirdest time. For lunch, we were served green mashed potatoes with blue gravy and black tomatoes. EW! The teachers at this school are all strange. They don’t answer our questions when we ask them; they don’t speak to us. I wonder if they ever talk or even breathe. Well, I am in the fifth period right now and bored to death. The class is supposed to be English, but so far we have not even learned anything or done anything. We just spent our time staring at the walls.
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Horror
Tauntings
I didn’t mean to kill her. She...she was just there. I couldn’t control my thoughts. Where do I hide the body? Will I get caught? Will I ever be able to go back to a normal life? So many questions and no words to answer them. A rush of adrenaline courses through my body as I try to figure out what to do next. The first thing that comes to mind is to hide the body and get out with no trace left behind. I didn’t think a second more, just acted. Taking the body I headed towards the car. My heart pounding in my chest threatening to burst. Setting the body down on the asphalt parking lot, I open the trunk. I looked up at the full moon and knew I was doomed. I picked up the body and shoved it in the trunk slamming the trunk lid down, but the hand that was sticking out was severed and hit the ground hard with a thud. Grabbing the hand, I jumped into the driver's seat and began to wait for an idea of where to take her to come to me. Finally, an idea came to mind. Drive to the cemetery’s forest, walk to the middle and bury the body. I started the car and went on my way, the gravel rattling under the tires...
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Horror
Gallows
It was the start of a new day, the day that one old man would lose his life. His swollen, bloody feet stumbling to take the next step, forced to walk at a fast pace. Blindfolded, all he had was his sense of hearing. Hearing the chatter of the crowd, gathered around to watch the event occur right before them. Two men, fully clothed in black, had a white knuckle grip on both of his arms at an awkward angle. The crowd just watched with their eyes glued to the three men as if they had nothing better to do. The two men took the first step of five, dragging the helpless man, carelessly to the top. The man’s body sank as his foot hit the first step, knowing his fate was at the top. Finding no use, the old man let his body fall limp, his knees hitting the second step.
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Horror
Different
Throughout my life, I have always been an extremely curious person. What is the importance of life? Why does no one care about me? What is true happiness? All of them running through my mind constantly. As if a storm was constantly circling and moving around my thoughts. Everyday feeling as though it is a whirlpool of thoughts surrounding me. Many of these questions made me think deeper. Every question causing me to start doubting myself. Almost every person around me getting tired of my racing inquiring, mind. The weird concept that there has always been one question that keeps rushing back to me. Why am I so different?
By Natalie C..6 years ago in Psyche