Natalie Demoss
Bio
Single mom to an Autistic child and budding author and artist finally following my dreams. The hand drawn art on my stories is my own.
Stories (40/0)
What Lies In The Heart
Isobel sat in the kitchen looking at the nondescript brown paper box sitting on the table in front of her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to open it. There was a good chance the contents would be overflowing with undesired emotions. She hadn’t asked for this. Her life had been nearly perfect before this. She pushed the chair back from the table with a huff of frustration. She couldn’t do this right now. Grabbing her jacket, she walked out of the house and went to the stables.
By Natalie Demoss3 years ago in Fiction
Just One Of Those Days
Analise wandered through the forest, trying to find her way home. She felt like something was watching her. Heartbeat increasing, she began to run, tripping over roots that seemed to reach out to her. All she could see were blurs of green and brown. No matter how fast she ran she never seemed to get anywhere. She could hear strange, muted voices but couldn’t tell where they were. A familiar drumbeat had her whirling around. Screaming women surrounded her. They were crying and pulling on their hair. Her favorite band was on stage playing their hearts out. She began to dance along with the music.
By Natalie Demoss3 years ago in Fiction
Key, Book and Manor
Isla shoved her gear into her bag and left the crowded backstage area. It was cold outside as she walked to the El station. She was frustrated. No matter what she did, she never seemed to advance beyond a backup dancer. If she could land an understudy job, she could have a shot at someone seeing her potential.
By Natalie Demoss3 years ago in Futurism