Natasja Rose
Bio
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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Mission: Belgium, 1816 - France, 1843
Belgium, 1816, late November... Shadows crept across the floor of the small nursery. "I feel like there is a lot of questionable morality here. I mean, sure, they did a horrible thing as an adult, but right now they're just a kid."
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Criminal
Writing About Writing: Points of Divergence
In any story building off pre-established events, whether that's fanfiction, alternate history, speculative future fiction, twisted fairytales, or some other re-telling, there has to be a point of divergance. Even stories involving Time Travel relate to this: if someone is messing around with history, then there are going to be changes, whether intentional or otherwise.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Critique
The Magic of Christmas
Of all the times of the year to break up, Valentine's Day was undoubtably the worst. Coming a close second, however, was right before Christmas. Tis the season when everyone is scrambling to finish their workload before the shut-down, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and mope over a tub of ice-cream, and you kept getting messages from family asking whether your new ex- would be joining you for the holiday. Didn't really put you in the mood of holiday cheer, peace, and goodwill toward men.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Hallowthankmas
Jeremy blinked, wondering if he'd heard correctly. "Halla-who-da-whatnow?" Jasper, his best friends since they were crawling, groaned. "Hallowthankmas. That bastard time of year where you don't get to breathe between being bombarded with corporations trying to sell themed junk you only need once per year, celebration preparations, Hallmark movies that are the same plot with different window dressing, and attempting to juggle conflicting family commitments without starting a family feud."
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Quirkasaurus
"OMG, Grandpa, don't be such a Quirkasaurus!" Emmet Swann didn't stop dancing, even as his grandchildren tried to pretend not to know him. There was a fine-looking dame, a grandmother or great aunt giving the parents a respite, smiling in his direction, and it put him in mind of the dance halls of his youth.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
