Natalie Gray
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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.
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The Mysterious Agent 355
In the fall of 1776, General Washington received grievous news. One of his chief espionage officers, Nathan Hale, had just been captured and executed by the British. Frankly he wasn't too terribly surprised; Hale was a good man, but a horrendous spy. Nor was he the first of Washington's spies to be found out and killed before they could deliver their hard-sought information about the enemy. After receiving news of Hale's execution by hanging without a trial, Washington was most aggrieved and probably more than a little frustrated.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in History
Noisy Silence
I've found myself in this predicament a lot more than usual in recent weeks: I want to write something, but I have no idea what that something is. It's not that I have no ideas, or that the ideas I have are too numerous to just pick one out of. Currently, there are three - no - four W.I.P. stories open in front of me. Frankly, I'm not sure what the problem is... but hopefully by the end of this, I'll have an inkling.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in Writers
Pathogen: Ch. 15
The closer it got to sunset, the more anxious Marnie got. She had no idea whose idea it was to break into the army base after dark. Surely they could do the same thing during the day. In fact, a daytime operation would probably be less conspicuous in hindsight. She chalked it up to Julian watching too many heist movies. Maybe Bianca had seen too many as well, which was why Marnie had been outvoted so quickly.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Horror
Dance of Death
Frau Troffea dabbed the sweat and dirt off her brow with her forearm, tilting her face toward the sky with a heavy sigh. Even for the peak of summer, the bone dry July air was unusually hot. Her small village of Strasbourg had not seen a drop of rain since the first of June 1517, which was over a year ago; the Rhine was the lowest it had been since she was a child, only adding onto the strife her village had suffered in recent years. Last year's crops were quite small, no thanks to a strange black bile that rendered most of it inedible. Abbé Henri - the village priest - declared that it was cursed by St. Vitus for the sins Strasbourg had committed. What those sins were, however, no one was quite sure.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in History
A Man Named Albert
The Civil War is probably one of the most important facets of American history taught in schools today, and for very good reason. It was by far the bloodiest and most brutal war Americans have ever been engaged in; brothers killing brothers, almost destroying the entire country from within. Perhaps that speaks to the stubbornness of Southern Americans in general, and their deeply ingrained inability to admit when they are wrong. The Civil War might just have been the darkest period in United States' history, which is why it's so important for our young people to study it. American schoolchildren are taught endlessly about the battles that were fought, the reasons their forefathers went to war, and the important figures who emerged on either side of it. More often than not, however, there are some people who are regularly forgotten. And of the forgotten few, one man just may be the most important of them all.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in History
The Doctor's Assistant. Honorable Mention in Pride Under Pressure Challenge. Content Warning.
It was hot that day, when we met. There’s nothing quite like Georgia heat in July; it’s the kind of muggy, sticky heat that just seeps through your clothes and into to your bones, until all you want to do is just lay down and die. We were out in the field, Maggie and me, picking peas and tomatoes with Daddy. The sun was hot enough to fry your brains clear out of your skull and make them drip out of your ears in a lumpy mush, but it did wonders for the crops.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Pride
To Whom It May Concern...
May 17th, 2025 To: My Brain Dear sir, madam, or other: I am writing to you today to inform you that I am done. I quit. I give up. Life in general has not been very kind to me lately, and frankly I believe it is entirely your fault. For the past thirty-odd years I have been your faithful and compliant punching bag, taking the lumps you have doled out with very little fuss. From this moment henceforth, however, I have elected to unzip the sandbag you have trapped me in and resign wholeheartedly from that position.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Journal
Pathogen: Ch. 14
Marnie's hands were shaking as she smoothed them over her hair, checking for any frizzy fly-aways that had gotten loose. Instinctively, she cupped the large ballet bun on the back of her head, wincing a little at the bobbi pins jammed into her scalp. How did her mom do this every day? It was no wonder now why Lt. Nightingale didn't have a single wrinkle on her face. Marnie's hair was pulled so tight, she didn't think she'd ever be able to use her facial muscles again. She only touched the bun for a second before Bianca swatted her hand away lightly.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Horror
Adulting Is Hard
"It's time to get up," the Grown-Up says, her voice gentle in its urging. On the bedside table, the alarm she set last night beeps incessantly, confirming that morning has arrived. Outside the window, birds chirp their cheerful melodies to greet the day, while the pale light of dawn casts rainbows about the room through the dew-covered panes.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Confessions
Pathogen: Ch. 13
This was dumb. Probably the dumbest, stupidest, most idiotic thing Marnie had ever done in all her sixteen years. The minute Bianca suggested it, she should've said, "no thank you," and left while the getting was good. Instead, here she was: sneaking back into her own house in broad daylight to raid her mom's closet.
By Natalie Gray10 months ago in Horror
