Natalie Spack
Bio
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)
Stories (44)
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The Hare and the Goldfinch
Have you ever woken up with butterflies in your stomach, and it felt like Christmas, your birthday, and the first day of summer all at once? That was how this morning felt when I opened my eyes to a periwinkle sky spotted with cotton candy clouds.
By Natalie Spackabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
Newports and Eagles
“IDIOT. I’m an idiot because I let the idiot find out. The blonde idiot outsmarted me which makes me the greater idiot. Stop calling yourself an idiot. Remember you’re being kind to yourself this year. I’m over that. Just because I thought I could change from one podcast. Already giving up? Yeah I’m predictable. Can’t finish a single resolution. Give me another cigarette. You gave those up. Shut up and stop being so self-righteous. Those are what got you in trouble in the first place. These freaking Newports will help me think.”
By Natalie Spack4 years ago in Fiction
Why Writers Should Travel
"I wanted to write down every detail of the feeling and experience (the smell of mountain pine, the sound of the snow falling from the trees, the blinding blue of the fresh lake), but instead I simply experienced it. I let it soak into my bones and soul, knowing eventually these new experiences and sights would present themselves in my future as stories, metaphors, descriptions, and poetry."
By Natalie Spack4 years ago in Wander
Unlikely Passengers
“Green light…” Matthew McConaughey's twangy Texan voice echoed through the black Jeep Wrangler as the four wheels sped down Highway 1 somewhere between Bixby Bridge and McWay falls. The audiobook perfectly filled the silence between its two unlikely and completely opposite (or so they thought) occupants. One would assume any person in the particular situation these girls were in would be talking as fast as the jeep was going — and they had been — until they realized how different they were.
By Natalie Spack5 years ago in Fiction
