Natalie

I am a teen writer who is just trying to do some lighter writing in between projects. I appreciate any feedback and enjoy reading any story. I am also still trying to find my style so sorry if I jump between styles in my stories :)

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A Paper Sailboat

Natalie

1 min read

I lost myself. Gave myself over to the lazily ebbing waves and the plasmatic sky, littered with stars, glistening and surging and surrendering. I lay there, afloat in this abyss. The sun bore down on me, its relentless rays baking my parched figure. There was an empty feeling in my heart, hollow. I knew that this time would come, but still I resented it.

There.

Right there.

A knowing.

I could ...

An Ocean's Duplicity

Natalie

1 min read

Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth and two voices came out.

The first would caress her breath against the shuddering sails of course canvas. Her whistle-like tone swirled around me, so light that I had to close my eyes just to hear it. On those days I would lounge on the glistening wood, letting the sun’s rays trace down my half-naked body. The lazy ebb and flow of the ocean...

Action & adventure

Opening the Cupboard

Natalie

1 min read

A twisting flower spun and swirled

Sliver straw hair rotated and whirled

Sucker stained lips sang airy tunes

A dazzling spotlight around her grew

Never too much never too less

Always thought she was truly blessed

When her pirouette petals no longer turned

Her sliver straw hair braided not birled

There were less airy tunes

Gliding to the top

Glossy lips smiled

When eyes could not

The spotlight d...

Poetry

Ensnared

Natalie

1 min read

I had a love once. We danced among the velvet roses. We kissed against the weaving wrists of leafy-haired giants. I still remember the day he placed me into that deceiving castle ever so gently. The marble walls stretched high around my satin stature. His god-like face settled above, staring at my sorrow-filled state with cornflower eyes. I still remember the brush of his breath against my maroon ...

Horror

Crime, mystery & thriller

Dried Ink

Natalie

1 min read

Strokes and symbols painted

Stygian slashes danced

Scampering and sautering

Eulogizing and embarking

Stories told

Secrets kept

Love lost

And lives wept

But within that paper

Torn and old

Souls sing as the church bell tolls

You can hear their whispers if you try

Their wailing, screaming and cries

They don’t even utter a final goodbye...

Monsters and Fairies

Natalie

2 min read

“What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve believed?” asked Alexia in a low tone. Her head rested on my lap, my fingers combing through her patchy bleached hair. We lounged on the fire escape like it was the most prestigious throne, cigarette butts formed our carpet, and empty beer cans our subjects. I tilted my head back and listened to the sanctuary of beating hearts and squealing laughter in the...

Transforming Dreams

Natalie

1 min read

In ten years time

I will be a swan dancing on the fanciful stage

In ten years time

I will be a hero slaying monsters with my potent sword

In ten years time

I will be an esteemed citizen bathing in wealth and glory

I now live in ten years time

No fame nor glory

Only ridicule of the fanciful thoughts of my youth

In ten years time

I will thrive in employment

In ten years time

I will construct an ext...

Pyromania

Natalie

1 min read

Flames lick the stale air as smoke billows away like crows in flight. My eyes watch the fire fingers reach out higher and higher as I sit cross legged and content under the veil of the tenebrosity. My body was soaked and shivering in the flashing light. Embers pollute the air as the flames twist and turn like dancers on a wooden stage, I see stories in them, the meek beginning growing to a cresce...

My Name is Retsnom

Natalie

2 min read

I am standing in the sky’s tears. My father’s wool trench coat wrapped snugly around me, however, it is futile against the fleeting needles. I could still smell the faint scent of his cigars lingering on the wool. When I was six he kneeled to me, not quite looking in my eyes, and gave me the bunched-up black parcel. “It suits you,” he said, “Especially at night”. That was the last time I saw him. ...

The Last Duel

Natalie

1 min read

The fairytale terrain is a masked jester of the belligerent panic and muffled screams in the distance. The forest rattles its leafy hair and shakes its battered bodies. The water grazes its tounges against the creaking canoe and duels against the splintered oar. And still the artist shades the sky with his graphite thumb and the musician sings his whistled tune in the wind.

I would have noticed ...

Action & adventure