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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One-Way Railway
I never should have taken this job. My mother begged me not to leave Savannah, but I was too hard-headed to listen. "The Future is out West, Ma," I'd said, "Everybody knows that!" The Future... if that wasn't the worst, gall-darn excuse ever, I don't know what was. In truth, I had to get away. With Pa gone and me being the oldest, I was put in charge of taking care of my brothers and sisters while Mama was working at the Mill. I love them, honestly, but you try babysitting seven young'uns at once sometime...for five years straight. That, and I was afraid if I'd stayed any longer Mama'd marry me off to that low-down Buford McClain. I've seen the way he used to look at me in church, and how friendly Mama had been to him lately. I don't care if he is the richest tobacco farmer in six counties! Let someone else hitch their wagon to that rat-faced old coot.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles
There were very few instructors at Brighton Academy that had the patience for teaching the usually rowdy bunch of first years, but Danny absolutely lived for it. True, they were definitely a handful, but something about their fresh faces and wide-eyed excitement over everything warmed his heart greatly. It was similar to the feeling one may experience watching a young litter of curious puppies exploring a new environment: messes and new discoveries were made, and all the while their antics were equally adorable, hilarious and just a touch clumsy. Danny was well versed in several subjects, but his personal favorites were History and Natural Sciences. The latter of the two is what he taught at Brighton A. He was in the habit of taking roll and starting class indoors, then, weather permitting, he would move his students outdoors to finish his lecture in the fresh air...and today was absolutely perfect for just such an occasion.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles
A young boy crashed through the heavy brush, his lungs burning as if they were on fire. The dense forest was pitch black, and an eerie, chill wind gnawed bitterly at his flesh. Branches and thorns tore at his clothing and skin, causing numerous deep scratches on his arms, legs and face. His heart thundered against his ribcage and hot tears of absolute terror poured down his thin, flushed cheeks but still he ran, never slowing for even a second. He glanced back over his shoulder repeatedly as he ran, putting on an extra burst of speed as the crunching and creaking of the underbrush behind him steadily grew louder. A loud, angry brogue directly behind him made him quiver with fear. "Get back here, ye rotten wee brat! Ye'll be sorry ye e'er tried to escape when I get me bloody hands on ye!!"
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
