Natalie Johnson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Sweet Kiss of Plague” by Natalie Johnson

Submitted to Contest #60

Cambridge - October 1349 Isabella hummed as she walked through the almost empty streets of the town. Seven months since the end of the world had passed through Cambridge on its journey north, yet life still felt wrong. It felt as though the worst was still to come. The pestilence had arrived the previous year. At first, it began slowly. A few deaths in distant towns. By the time the population were aware of its existence and its severity, it was too late. During the winter of 1348, the situation became even worse. Virtually everyon...

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“No Sanctuary” by Natalie Johnson

Submitted to Contest #59

The wind whipped through the ramshackle streets, causing the windows to rattle and dust to fly into people’s eyes. The thunder rumbled long and deep and was followed by a blinding flash of lighting. The rain poured down, dousing the town’s inhabitants so that they looked like they had been swimming in the sea rather than walking down Main Street. “If we don’t close the gates now, we won’t survive the night!” Harold yelled; although much of the volume was lost amongst the wails of the wind. “Alexander, Aileen, Hamish, you head to the front ga...

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“A Shared Experience” by Natalie Johnson

Submitted to Contest #58

“Hold the elevator!” I yelled from across the lobby. Normally, I would walk up the stairs to get some exercise in and because my fitness tracker could get snarky when it felt I hadn’t shifted my butt enough. Today, however, I was running late and as the elevator was there it seemed like the easiest option. A man in a crisp navy suit stuck his arm between the closing doors, causing them to bounce open again. I smiled and muttered a quick thanks to the man as I slipped inside. The elevator was pretty full, which made sense for 08:58 on a Wedne...

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“The Blessing” by Natalie Johnson

Submitted to Contest #57

The lake shimmered and sparkled, the moonlight dancing across its inky surface. The breeze was soft and cool and it caused the leaves to rustle quietly. The night felt magical, filled with limitless possibilities. Elyan sat on the grassy bank that surrounded the lake, running his fingers through the frigid water. He felt his fingertips turn blue, yet he continued to hold them beneath the surface. He liked the pain. He understood it. This pain was physical. It was temporary. He could remove his fingers from the lake whenever he chose, and the...

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