I always have a notebook around so I can write down my thoughts! Anything from scripts, short stories, novels, songs, to poems! I also love comedy and make my own funny sketches on youtube (www.youtube.com/nataliespack)
She was never supposed to see that beige, crinkled up piece of a paper on that Tuesday morning. But she did, and after that, nothing was the same. First, let’s begin a few hours before that moment.
The net didn’t bother her anymore. She had gotten used to the way the tan mesh obscured her vision and turned the world into an abstract painting. She liked the way it shielded the harsh sun. After a few years of wearing the protective suit, her eyes had become unaccustomed to the vibrant colors of the unshielded world and the bright light of the sun.
Get out of L.A.
“Get out of L.A." they all say. The pollution, the homeless crisis, the shallow friendships, and the isolation are a few things they list off for their reasoning. But their hardness of heart has caused them to stop noticing the flowers. Literally. They march on their causes — yelling loudly at the wrongs in the world — while forgetting to acknowledge the beauty, too.
The Evergreen Painting
When he died My saturation fell to twenty percent Days faded like a sepia movie With him all life's color left . But then simple things
- Third Place in Fair Winds Challenge
Eyes on the Horizon
The waves crashed into the rocks like they had done every morning. I stood at the water's edge, searching for something that isn't supposed to exist. My father died declaring its existence. He was hanged for treason on my tenth birthday. For five years since that day, I have come here everyday in the early dawn, through rain and freezing temperatures, hoping to prove he didn't die for nothing.
If you Grew up on 90's Disaster Movies
Remember when you were a kid in your over-sized tie-dye t-shirt, sun-kissed from playing outside all day with neighborhood friends, and you couldn't wait for your mom or dad to come home with a VHS from Blockbuster?!
Cassidy kept her head down and her hood up as she crossed over to the opposite side of the street. She was now walking through the dreaded part of her daily morning walk. Her Nike footsteps quickened as she plugged her ears with AirPods to drown out the street sounds.
I felt their words heavy and unclear on my pages. They were the last words, the end of the book and the end of me — or so I thought. But, let's start from the beginning, my beginning....