Natalie Gray
Bio
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.
Stories (84/0)
The Man Who Made Me
He seems so peaceful, sitting there snoozing on his favorite couch. A crossword puzzle book lays folded open in his lap, the pen still poised in his hand from the last clue he was working on. It's amazing how quickly he can fall asleep these days. Honestly, I'm a little jealous. Then again, when one gets into their late 70's, I suppose it's normal to conk out at the drop of a hat. The frost in his beard is a marker of the ever-marching passage of time, faded after the years from its once jet-black hue. I suppose I'm partially responsible for that. Alright, more than partially.
By Natalie Gray10 months ago in Men
Different Worlds
Shelly sighed and flipped her tail wistfully, staring at the sky while she languished in the pool. She had it bad. There was no denying it. Why did it have to be him though, of all people? It just wasn't fair. Not fair at all. Her golden yellow hair fanned out all around her in the water like a net, catching the sun's rays and reflecting them in her seafoam green irises. It had to be his eyes. That's what she'd been drawn to right off the bat: those deep, smoldering purple orbs with orange flecks, like embers floating up through a wall of smoke. Just thinking about them made her scales simmer in the water.
By Natalie Gray11 months ago in Fiction
John Doe
Ben had never been one for quick, whirlwind romances. He'd been through enough bad breakups to learn his lesson about jumping the gun in relationships. More often than not he'd wind up with a broken heart, a ruined self-image, and an empty wallet. It was his hubris: he was just so desperate to be loved by someone - anyone - that he'd fall head over heels for the first guy who paid him a compliment.
By Natalie Gray11 months ago in Horror
The Music of My Life
Ever since I was little, music has been a prominent and impactful aspect of my life. When I was small, my mother rarely went a day in her life without singing or playing the piano. The earliest days of my childhood are vague at best, but I remember three songs in particular that stand out particularly strongly:
By Natalie Gray11 months ago in Beat
Perfectly Mismatched
Flames. Red, angry, biting flames. They were everywhere: on the ceiling, the floor, all around her crib. A pretty dwarf woman with big, green eyes covered her with a wet blanket. Cold and squishy, but at least it kept out the flames and choking smoke.
By Natalie Gray12 months ago in Fiction
Ignorance is Bliss
The perfect partner doesn't exist. There, I said it. It doesn't matter how many frogs you kiss, they'll all stay frogs. Princes are only real in fairytales and in distant lands that you have no possible hope of having a chance at. Anyone who tells you otherwise is either a liar, a damn liar, or a complete idiot. That's what I thought... until I met him.
By Natalie Gray12 months ago in Fiction
Flight of Fear
Paula gripped her arm rests as the "fasten seatbelt" sign flashed overhead, willing the turbulence to stop. People weren't meant to fly. If they were, they'd have been born with wings. Three months ago, nothing in the world could have gotten her on an airplane. She was content to keep both feet firmly planted on the ground, thank you very much. That was before she met Adam Knight.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
Reset Buttons Don't Exist
Sorry, the password you have entered is incorrect. Please try again, or click here to reset your password. Sonja read the text on her TV screen with a heavy sigh. "Dammit, Rob," she muttered, "this one, too?!" She dropped the remote on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, fuming but trying her hardest to calm herself with deep breaths. It had been a long, shitty week in a string of long, shitty weeks; her rent had been increased without notice (again), her boss was being extra sadistic for some unknown reason, plus her life was currently spiraling ever since the breakup. All she wanted that weekend was to unwind by binging a few dozen hours of her favorite show, but as soon as she opened Netflix that little beauty popped up in her face.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
Daphne's Quest
You’re not comin’ with me!” Daphne growled over her shoulder, “Just go home already, Liam!” Her agile brown fingers gripped the straps of her backpack tighter as her eyes focused on the path ahead, resolute and determined. She stopped walking and puffed out her cheeks, turning her green eyes skyward at the creak and clank of Liam’s crutches crunching through the underbrush behind her. The noises stopped when she stopped, replaced by the soft puffing of the heavyset boy the crutches belonged to. Daphne let out her breath slowly and counted to ten in her head before turning to face Liam. His pale face was bright pink from effort and the chill December wind stinging his cheeks. She thought he looked a bit like an overstuffed sausage in the wool parka his mother knitted for him, which he had outgrown already. He stared back at her expectantly, waiting most likely for her to keep walking so that he could keep following her.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Fiction