Wednesday, June 28, 2017

WIP: The Quest To Find Home

Random WIP:
The Quest To Find Home
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 Nysa was born to nobility on her planet. The only problem was that she was born, well a she. Her clan had ruled the majority of the world, and her only duty was to be raised to be a bride to the next clan leader. The issue with that? The bride not only was expected to take care of the home, but to be able to be his right hand in battle; always sacrificing herself for the leader. She hated her betrothed. She hated her planet. She hated everything. So at age of 100, twelve and half years before her majority were she would marry Oryann, she stole a ship and severed all ties to her clan and planet. She crash landed on Earth five years later. She noticed that her horns and tail were the only things that prevented her from fitting in with the humans. So she removed her horns and tail. She then began to carve a life for herself. Hoping to find a true home.  Now three hundred Earth years later, Oryann has found her… and he has sent the Bega Demons, intergalactic bounty hunters, to bring his bride home to him; after all he cannot be the clan leader without the princess.

Oryann sent the Bega Demons to bring back his bride. He wanted to make changes on their planet but to do that he must be the clan leader. To be clan leader one must marry the heiress of the royal family. They only had one child, Nysa. And she ran because she did not want a life where if they had a daughter they would be raised as a sacrificial lamb to protect their husband. He had to show her a mask around her parents, but now her father and mother were dead, it was time he gained his bride. But as she runs from the Bega Demons, or destroys them, he realizes he may just have to go and gain his bride himself.

Will Oryann gain his bride? Or will Nysa run towards the freedom she has known these three hundred years? Or will she find something worth more than her imagined freedom as she continues her quest to find a home.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

To Tell You



To Tell You
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I know I was rude to you,
Many times, even mean…
Sometimes I wonder if you knew
How much I really cared…
Care… Yes, care… Though you are gone,
the word must be present tense.
Today I would love to tell you
How much you meant to me…
How you made me who I am…
Today I want to thank you for your love,
And for always being there,
Even when I pushed you away…
And push I did.
I still push.
You would think I would learn.
Because I want to tell you
How much I love you…
But I can't.
God took you home
At first I denied it…
It couldn’t be true…
You were to young…
Not even Fifty-One.
But before the denial…
Before I was told…
I already knew…
Because before that…
I begged…
Begged A God I thought I knew…
Begged for you…
Offered whatever he wanted…
But it wasn’t to be…
The barging didn’t take…
So came the denial…
The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach…
But I didn’t get to feel that for long…
To many needed me to be strong…
As God took you home.
Before I was ready for you to leave us…
Me…
I wasn’t ready for you to leave me.
Selfish?
Maybe…
But true…
Because then came the anger.
I hated you…
Hated you for leaving her…
Hurting her…
Especially her…
Leaving them…
Hurting them…
But in the end?
Most of all for leaving me…
For making me show the world how much I really feel…
I couldn’t hide it behind my mask…
This pain was too much…
Even years later I can’t hide it…
The rawness still there…
You made me show my emotions…
Even your name can bring them to the front…
Tears to my eyes…
Pains in my chest…
The hate has gone away…
Though it took a long time…
To long maybe…
But it did go away…
In its place a gaping wound…
A gaping wound that opened a door
A door to the darkness of my mind
I had once locked in a cage
It got free because of this wound
It almost cost me my sanity…
But I got the darkness back in the cage…
And allowed the wound to start to heal…
A wound that is still healing…
Will always be healing…
Because this is a space nobody can fill…
I want to tell you I love you…
And I miss you more and more each day.
I love you Dad…
And wish you were here with me today.


Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Random WIP: Forbidden

Random WIP: Forbidden

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The supernatural war of 1775 stood beside the American Revolution hidden in the shadows. In the end the war would become the bloodiest ever seen in all the lands; but not a single magical being was able to take control. They separated. Each got their own set of lands. Each had the own laws. Never could another mate with a magical being outside of their species. And that is how all magicals grew up. Hidden within the mundane world taught to hate each other. That is how Tala Rollin grew up she grew up learning werewolves such as herself were better, and never, ever associated with magicals that were not werewolves. After all her father was on the high council of the wolves, why would she ever think different? Then she went to away to college, in her last year she ran into a man whose scent filled her with a desire to mark him as her mate. Arian Merrick. She finally thought her life was going to be complete. Then she discovers the unthinkable as they were dating. He was a Warlock! Arian Merrick, the man she wanted to make her mate was one of her mortal enemies! But isn’t love supposed to be worth fighting for? She gave her heart and soul to him from the first scent. How can she walk away from that? Their love will restart the wars. In the end will their love cost them their lives? Or will it finally be the first step into ending the bloodshed in their worlds? Will this be the turning point to ending the war of the magical beings? Discover Tala’s and Arian’s story in Forbidden.


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

RANDOM WIP: Snippets Of Time

RANDOM WIP: Snippets Of Time
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One snippet of time. That is all it takes to read a postcard. When Cordelia received an unexpected postcard in her mail; she never knew that snippet of time she took to read it, and the next where she saved it, would ever turn her life on its head and take her on a whirlwind ride. Cordelia will experience things she never thought she would, from simply trying a new activity, to trying a new food, to quitting her job and taking the plunge into the unknown… and maybe along the way she will find love. All from pausing for a snippet of time.

Chapter One Excerpt:

I blinked. No return address just a simple postcard. I moved to toss it away. But for some reason I put it up on my huge industrial fridge. I sighed when I looked at my kitchen. I loved to bake. As much as I loved to write. But I hadn't made it big enough yet to give up the day job. Customer Service. I blew my hair out of my face. "The customer is always right my ass. More like the customer will always be an idiot. Isn't that right Pluto?" I asked my calico cat. He just tilted his head and looked at his bowl like 'feed me puny human.' I swear my cat thinks he really is the Roman god. I stood up and saw the postcard again. And it made me smile as I got ready for my day.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Elemental Mazes Excerpt: All Rights Reserved

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Katy swallowed as they made it out of the plane. She was somewhere in Europe and about to walk into the school with the rest of Bridgett’s competitors. Two months in a maze. And they have to survive. It was barbaric but traditions never changed. Every seventy years like clockwork the Mazes happened. A rite of passage or some such nonsense. One had to be at least a fourth year student. Meaning at least twelve and had parents or guardians permission. Edgar had even competed in this farce. But she signed up to figure out what was going on. Her mother mentioned the Mazes. A test? A battle? She was not sure. But she knew it would end at the final event at Bridgett’s. How this worked out this way she was not one hundred percent sure but it had that Bridgett’s event was last. Tonight there would a welcoming feast and tomorrow they would all get to see the outside of the maze. It was miles and miles long and just as wide. But the shape and other details, such as what made up the walls were unknown until tomorrow. Then that night they would all be teleported to a starting point. Seven different ones. With one goal. Get to the key in the center and survive. Katy swallowed nervous. She still was not sure this was the best plan to deal with her birth mother. She looked toward Riley who was talking to Jerome. Jerome and she were a team. She had talked Gaivan out of being her teammate but the compromise was that Jerome was her partner. Riley was talking with a boy as tall as he was, but he was dark skinned and had a shaved head. He was Riley’s best friend. Katy always remembered him because his eyes were icy diamond blue. She was amazed by them. His name was Gabriel Hunter, but every for some reason called him Hunt. She never quite got that. It had something to do with the fact he and his dad were big game hunters. She had met him right before term started this spring and he had taught her some Archery. It seems he still takes Physical Education class, even though normally it is dropped after fifth year. She still did not know how they chose the starting points for each school. After all this was a school competition; even if in the end only one person of that school gets the last key. In the last maze there is only one key in the center instead of one per each school. The key unlocks the maze and you can teleport back to the school that is hosting. Katy took a deep breath. She looked at Jerome. “Are you sure you want to be with me?”
“Katy a little late for me to turn back now?” Jerome stated with an exasperated sigh. “And I want to be here. You are as good as my little sister. And after all I do know more magic than you. And will be teaching you the rest of your fourth year and fifth year stuff for your tests at the end of this annoying tournament.”
Katy chuckled. She then grabbed his hand and checked the henna tattoos she had done of the runes. She put them on Riley’s and Hunt’s palms and feet as well. Once they were in the maze she would put them on the rest of Bridgett’s members. She brought enough dye to last the two months. She looked down at the Uruz rune. The stared at her in the dark henna color. She put this on each hand and foot. It would provide speed and strength. To bring about their untamed potential. The most important one was of course Algiz, , protection. This would create a bit of a shield in theory against some of the harsher elements and allow a delay in any attacks and injuries. Not a whole lot, sadly, but enough that it gives them a fighting chance. Riley thought this was a genius plan when Katy had told him over break right before they went back to place their name in the pool for the competition. “It may be too late to turn back, but it does not mean I will not ask you Jerome.”
Jerome rolled his eyes as he let her check the runes. “Do we need to add any when we get in there?”
Just then Hunt and Riley came up. “Hey sis. Ready to win this?” Riley asked.
Katy rolled her eyes. “Of course, I just want to know our starting point.”
Hunt smirked. “Rumor is that we will either start at Cape Fligely, Rudolf Island, Franz Josef Land Russia or Monchique Islet, Azores Islands, Portugal.”
Riley snorted. “Opposite ends, I go for Portugal. I hate snow.”

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Shades of Fear Excerpt All Rights Reserved



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“Mom, I just killed a man, I shot him. I put a gun against the man’s head and pulled the trigger. I killed a man.” Nathaniel never, in a million years thought he would go sobbing to his adoptive mother stating he had just killed a man.
Sister Bridget Marie looked at her young son. “Explain please baby.”
Nathaniel looked at his mother and nodded. “I am a Nephilim. I know an angel is my biological father. One of the archangels trains us to combat the demons. There is this group Κυνηγοί της Δαίμονες or Kynigoí tis Daímones it is Greek for Hunters of Demons, and they trained us then set us out in the world.  I got my first mission to kill this man processed by a demon. The human already dead, but this demon was wearing him like a suit. Normally we use our swords that we are trained with; however, we do have blessed guns with bullets that are forged in holy oil and holy water. In the fight I dropped my sword and ended up using my gun. The smoke of black left the body and the body fell dead. I killed a man.”
Sister Bridget Marie looked at her little boy. “No, you freed him. Now, sleep and then you will tell me everything in the morning. Don’t worry my son, everything will be alright.” She kissed his head as her son lost his battle to stay awake.
The next morning he sat with his mom and Father Richard. He sipped the tea his mother made and looked at them both. “It all started when I went to that interview. Suddenly the world exploded in color and a man who was about six foot three came and grabbed me. He explained to me that I was a Nephilim, that my father was a warrior angel. He told me he was the Archangel Michael. I, of course, demanded proof. He unleashed his wings and after I checked to make sure they were real I asked a few questions. According to the General all Nephilims start coming into their powers around ages fifteen to sixteen, they all have a disability, color blindness to deafness to being mute, one of their senses is distorted. They take you away to this training facility where time runs different. That is why I was missing this last month. Then they send you out to destroy those processed by demons.” Nathaniel took a deep breath. “It is different when you are trained for it, than actually doing it. I killed that man. No matter what I ended that life. Yes, the man was destined for hell because of his sins, yes, he was processed by a demon and it freed him, but it was still a living being and I killed it.”
Sister Bridget Marie held her son close as Father Richard thought about it. “That actually makes a lot of sense.” Father Richard stated. “Think about it Sister. He always seemed to know the good from the bad, seemed to be able to heal quickly and his only defect so to say was he was color blind. It makes a lot of sense that he went missing where time runs different as he looks an adult now instead of the kid he was when he left for the interview that day. Why did your vision explode in the law office?”
Agares, Flauros and Rimmon, is ran by demons. Higher level ones. They make sure the balance of evil is preserved on Earth. I guess it has to be balanced; too much of one over the other would lead to the world ending. That was the price of free will.”
“The number one defense law firm is ran by high level demons. That is… something.” Father Richard stated shocked.  “Wait! One of my friends works there!”
“Most likely a demon. Very few lawyers that work there are human. Interns, personal assistants, they are human, but the lawyers, especially the partners tend to be demons.” Nathanial explained.
“So Dick is probably a demon…” father Richard sighed. “That makes sense. The man won’t come to church, he always is a little shifty, but he seemed like a decent enough man when I met him at an AA meeting.”
“Good for recruiting I hear.” Nathanial stated. He shrugged. “I met a Cambion, I was supposed to kill him but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He hated his job. He has to make deals for souls. He goes around writing contracts giving the person what they want and hell gets their soul. They live for anywhere between five to thirty years after the date of the deal. Depending on what is negotiated. I guess being killed for anybody who isn’t human is bad. Purgatory is endless nothing. I think I would destroy my soul if I had to go through that.”
Both adults chuckled. “That would be hell for you, stick you in the largest library in existence and forbid you from reading any of the books.” Sister Bridget Marie stated.
Nathanial stuck out his tongue. “What can I say, I love my books. I am trying to figure out a way for Nephilims and Cambions to get out of their ‘destiny.’ I think it is a forced contract with loop holes, I just have to find the loop holes.”
Father Richard nodded. “If anybody can do it, you can.”

Monday, April 3, 2017

After Death

After Death
Flash Fiction
Katherine Rochholz
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The young girl looked at the words that were in an ancient book. It was made of a strange leather, she was sure it wasn’t human nor animal, the words were red as if written in blood, and they were telling her a story, or the truth, she couldn’t decide. It seemed to be a story of her life. It talked of her parents meeting, her birth, her childhood and then the pages went from white and bright and happy to a pitch black, the words barely legible. It talked of her death. Of the horrific way she was killed by a person her family had trusted. She didn’t want to read the words. But she was forced it seemed. Forced until she read every word of her horrific death; once she was finished the book fell to her feet and she looked up at the being in black that stood in front of her. “Why?”

The being gave a smile. “That is what happens when one dies young one. You are forced to relieve your life, the book made from your very ash and blood and sins. Once you are finished reliving your life, I am allowed to take you to your judgment.”

“This happens to everybody?”

The being nodded. “Yes. Your body takes its last breath and your soul is brought here, and from the ashes of your achievements and your failures the binding of your book is made giving it a leather like quality. Then the sins that scar your soul and the emotions of the events of your life are used to make the pages. Depending on the events determines the color of the pages. For those events like your death the pages are black, but your childhood happy up until thing. The tears and creases you see on the pages are from your sins. As you see, be but barely a teenager, very few but white lies give your pages any flaws. Then your life blood is used to write your story, as it carries the essence of your life, of your soul, of your emotions, of your talents and thus the story of your life. You are forced to relieve this as the judges view your life. Now come. Your judgment and choices await you.”

The young girl was lead to a court room where the seven archangels sat. Lucifer with his black wings, Michael with his gold, Gabriel with his scrolls spread out before him, Raphael had a medical text book, Uriel was playing with a ball of fire, Phanuel was making a list of actions on could take in life to gain forgiveness. Selaphiel was telling him the list of prayers that their father accepted in exchange for forgiveness. The seventh archangel was sitting in the middle between Michal and Lucifer, Barachiel to bring balance and to give the judgment decided upon. He was the voice of the archangels. An eight was sitting with Lucifer with a three pronged whip, his name Jegudiel and he was Lucifer’s right hand to punish those who went to hell. The young girl swallowed as she stood in the center facing them in this court.

Barachiel spoke up. “This is a simple case. Lily Marie Richards, age fourteen, kidnapped, raped and murdered by her mother’s step –brother. Sins include, petty shoplifting, white lies, and punching a child for bullying another. Religion was Catholic, she never went to church but did believe in the faith, she stood up for others. She is an innocent soul.”

Lucifer sighed. “Why do we do this? I mean most of the time you and Mister Perfect here can set judgment, why must we sit here all the time judging the souls? Heaven.” He gave his vote.

Michael sneered. “Because it is what our father asked of us. Rebirth.” Michael gave his vote.

Gabriel sighed along with Raphael, who finally put down his book. “Look , must you two always fight? Rebirth.”

Raphael nodded. “Lucifer does have a point. We have other things we must do, and though time runs different in heaven and hell we are always busy and can never relax. Rebirth.”

Uriel nodded and put out his fire. “I agree. We must talk to father about this, but stop fighting. Heaven.”

Phanuel looked at the girl. “Heaven.” He wasn’t about to get drawn in again to the fighting.

Selaphiel nodded. “This fighting should have stopped thousands of years ago. Rebirth.”

Barachiel sighed. “Please stop this bickering you are thousands of years old. Jegudiel, you are not needed to send this child on. Rebirth.” He looked at the child. “You have been judged to be reborn to live again. I hope you have a longer and peaceful life. Afriel, take her to be reborn.”

With that Lily was lead to the reincarnation chamber. Lily smiled, she was happy she would have another chance at living and she blocked out the sounds of the bickering angels as her soul was given a new life.