Natasja Rose

Joined August 2020

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I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).

I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.

I live in Sydney, Australia

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For All The Ages. Top Story - November 2025.
Thalia, acknowledged bastard of the Royal House of Dorion, was not the simpleton that so many assumed her to be. It seemed to come with being the daughter of the goddess of beauty and love: everyone supposed that you could have no interest beyond fashion and relationships. Thalia was good at relationships, seeing them in others, or at least the potential for them. Other than that perception, and some minor shapeshifting abilities that allowed her to subtly change her features, her powers were extremely limited.
By Natasja Rose3 months ago in Fiction
A Harvest of Memory
Plant the seeds now, in the actions we take In laughter and love, joy and regret Seeds of the memories that we will make Parts of our lives that we'd grieve to forget.
By Natasja Rose3 months ago in Poets
The Impact of Attitudes
People talk a lot about the "Power of Positive/Negative Thinking" but it goes a lot deeper and more widespread than that. Rather, it's all about the power of attitude.
By Natasja Rose3 months ago in Humans
A Crackle In The Air
A soft crackle, ice on a window pane. Leaves and grass crisp underfoot Not dead, but edged with frost A biting wind whispers, pinking cheeks
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
I Know You’re Watching
Good Evening, Moon I know that you’re watching. Sometimes the barest sliver, On nights made for secrets and dark deeds Sometimes full and round
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
The Hunt For Meaning
All of my life, I searched for meaning For someone I could feel like I belong For a purpose to life, some miracle gleaning
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
The Wild Hunt
The Wild Hunt Rides, seeking their prey Hoofbeats that thunder, as the hounds bay Cries and shouts, of triumph and glee Echo across the sky, as their quarries flee
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
Parallel Paths
Have you ever wondered how your life might have been different? Wondered what-if..., or 'if I had just...'? Looked back at a decision, large or small, and considered what would have changed if you'd chosen differently? Life is like a river, filled with forks and branches and offshoots of what might have been.
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Fiction
Echoes in the Dark
Loud voices echo My attempt to speak, silenced I am alone here. The thing that annoys me about Haiku challenges is that I go absolutely nuts over them, but the length of a three-line poem means that the reads are rarely counted properly.
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
A Lantern Through The Mists…
A well-trod road beneath my feet A path I know as well as my own face Mist curls thick, an old friend to greet In this wild and desolate place
By Natasja Rose5 months ago in Poets
Someone Knocking
It all started with a knock on the door. A simple, everyday occurrence... except that it was the middle of the night during a howling gale, and the nearest house or road was over a mile away. (A deliberate choice; some neighbours are better at a distance) There should be no reason for someone to be knocking.
By Natasja Rose5 months ago in Fiction
The Perils of Martyrdom
Political Violence is never acceptable, no matter who the person being targeted is. Because the moment we say that it is acceptable to murder one person for their political beliefs, we open a very scary can of worms that cannot be resealed. If one person can be killed for their politics, and it's OK because they were the "wrong" politics, then anyone can be killed for having the "wrong" political beliefs.
By Natasja Rose5 months ago in The Swamp