Thursday, March 26, 2020

Updates

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Sunday, March 15, 2020

Random WIP Shades of Fear

Shades of Fear
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A 16 year old is about to have his life turned upside down by a group named Κυνηγοί της Δαίμονες

Nathaniel Samuels was going on 16, a progeny, a genius, and a charmer with a silver tongue.  His goal was to become the best lawyer ever seen.  At least that was the plan.  He was also color blind.  Until one day he started to see flashes of color.  Confused he put it out of his mind, until he was going into the best know defense law firm, Agares, Flauros and Rimmon and his world exploded into color and a man claiming to be his father grabs him and whisks him away to a top secret training facility.  His father heads a group called Κυνηγοί της Δαίμονες, it is a group of Nephilims whose only mission is to destroy the demons of Earth.  But unknown to Nathaniel he is so much more and his training and finding out he is a son of The Archangel Michael is just the beginning…


Thursday, February 27, 2020

An Unholy Creation

I will be publishing an old novel a chapter at a time, An Unholy Creation. It needs editing, but I will post mostly edited posts, once to twice a week until the story is finished. Check it out! Links to the side or just click here!


Running Repost

Running
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Copyright 2017




I sit here at my desk and twirl my elm wand as I create a water lily. Honestly, I do not know why I like that bloody flower, but I do. My husband used to bring me them from the pond he had built just outside our property line. We couldn't have the pond on the property because of some if the rituals we did. Being necromancers, powerful ones at that, the lilies would have disintegrated into dust every time we did a ritual. Thus, to make sure he could bring me them when he fancied, the pound was built off our property. I flicked my wand and set the water lily ablaze. I roughly wiped the tear that fell down my cheek and stood up and left the study. I was leaving the house. Moving away from the memories. I had never felt so powerless than the night my husband was murdered. A thousand years and my heart still burns. I never saw immortality as a curse until I realized I couldn't spend it with the love of my youth.

I walked to my car. I snorted as I looked at it. After all, I have been around since before Christ. However, those GPS units are a lot handier than road maps, especially when one is alone and can't read a map and drive. I turned the key and pressed the button to start the directions towards my new home away, finally, from my past.

Six hours later I stopped at a truck stop. I walked in, used the restroom, and walked around the place to stretch. Almost twenty-five hundred years old, though I barely look twenty, I need to move my limbs more than a standard mortal. I snorted at the choppers that one would see on television. Why would anybody need that? But the place had everything from twine to glass and plastic trinkets. Why I would never understand and I had spent centuries being a nomad.

I soon grabbed some water and snacks, paid for them and my gas, and left. Strange places truck stops, all walks of life gather there, reminds me of watering holes in ancient times. I drove off shaking myself out of the thoughts of my past.

Thirty hours later, and a few more stops, I parked in front of my new home, sleek, modern, and across the country. So different than any other house I owned. Running from my past, mostly. I stood in the back yard with my elm wand pointed to the ground, and created ad pond with water lilies. My only reminder of my past. But then again, I always had a soft spot for the flower my husband gave me, always. For eternity... just like I would live. Immortality had never seemed a curse... until it was.

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Dylan And Suzanna: I Am Death Series Story One Repost

I am Death Series: Story One

Dylan And Suzanna 

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Copyright 2010

I am Death. I mean whoever hears those words outside of a play, or now in this future most only dreamed of in 1515, movies. NO ONE! Well that is what I thought as well until I came back to my home and found a man who was about five seven or five eight with a dark tan and graying brown hair and the bluest eyes in the world sitting with my black green eye cat in my chair. My mistake was asking him who he was. Man do I regret that question. His answer was just that. “I am Death.” And to make matters worse it was followed by “and I am your father.” And that it was time for me to come home. That is how I ended up here. And where is here? Good question. Here is about five hundred years after that fateful date and I am waiting for this drunk to get into his car. I thought this day would be a total bust, after all I had twenty souls to collect that day and I was only on number five. That was until I saw his daughter. Then those human feelings I left behind five hundred years ago came rushing back. And I knew she was the one who could save my soul. But how do I convince this angel from heaven itself, when I just took her father’s life force? This is my journey to salvation, join me if you dare.


Maybe I should explain, when you are a child of death, you became a reaper yourself. It is not as cool as you think. Father was quite the ladies’ man, so to say. I have about a thousand half brothers and sisters all over the world doing the same thing. Now we are not evil or good. We are neither. We are neutral. We walk this Earth, taking the souls of the dead to judgment. But we never are judged. Each reaper has one soul that can save theirs. Our souls are in a limbo state, we could go either way. Good or bad, or stay neutral. Most of us stay reapers forever, I mean forever! There are reapers that have been here since the dawn of humans. Before there were six plus billion humans, it was just my father. He was the angel chosen to be death. It was decided by both God and Lucifer, so that way the angel would be neutral.

Well it was like that until about five thousand years ago, then my ‘father’, to use the term loosely, was tempted by Lucifer with a ‘fair maiden’ well my father fell. She had a child and when the child came of age that child became a reaper. To punish my father and to make sure he remained neutral, God came down with a punishment. That my father would never see heaven again unless his true soul mate saves his soul, the same punishment was dished out to his children. He has yet to find his soul mate. When he does a new death is chosen from the reapers who have not been saved. Which to date is all but five.

A reaper was given a gift though, to know when their soul mate enters their life. Just great that I had to be collecting her father’s soul at the time I meet her. Well not meet her but see her. For my soul to be saved I have to tell her I am a reaper and she has to accept that. That is why only five of my half siblings have been saved and allowed to live a normal life and death. People have issues dealing with the fact we are the ones who take the souls of their loved ones. How we do it would take more time then I have to explain, but basically it works like this: everybody has a certain amount of time on earth, they have to fulfill their goal, which they may not know, and they die. For example an infant, they are put on this earth to remind people how fragile life is, or for other reasons. God is not very good at giving reasons. Or a father may be taken early so that his children can go on to meet their goal. Sometimes I feel that the humans we take are God’s pawns in the war against Lucifer.

Before I thought I would just keep on reaping until the end of time and spend my time in limbo for eternity, that would be better then this life. Now I have a choice. Now I can choose to go after this woman.

After a few days of thinking, and waiting for the funeral, I went up to her and introduced myself. “Hello my name is Dylan. So sorry for your loss.”

“Did you know my father? By the way I am Suzanna.”

“In a way I did.”

“What does that mean?”

“I was there for an important event in his life.”

“Oh.” Before she could say more she was swept up by the next round of guests.

I watched her for the whole night and for the following few weeks. Making a point to bump into her when she was getting coffee or at the grocery store, of course I also had to perform my job, so I couldn’t be too much of a stalker. Which was what I was turning into. One day I took the chance to ask her out. “Hi.”

“Hi! Dylan right?” She turned to look at me, as we waited in line for coffee.

“Yes. Suzanna right?” I pretended to ask with a smile.

“Yes.” She smiled right back.

“Would you like to have dinner?” I stopped and waited, holding my breath.

She smiled and said “yes, that would be great!” So we made plans to meet up that night. That was six months ago.

We have been going strong and no I have to tell her who I am. So as we lay there watching her favorite film, I look down at her. “We have to talk.”

“What is wrong?” She looks up with me in worry.

“I have something to tell you.”

“You are breaking up with me aren’t you?”

“No. But you may leave me.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Here what I have to say first.” I move to sit in front of her, to look her in the eye.

“I am a Reaper. That is my job. You asked but I never really told you.”

“What is a Reaper?” She asked.

And I told her. Everything. About my father. How I found out. How the first time I saw her I was claiming her father’s soul. Taking him to his judgment, then making sure his judgment was carried out. It seemed like forever. I spoke and spoke never really listening to my words, just watching her face. Watching her go though hatred, revulsion, sadness, and the final one I could not name. I had never seen that look. “There is everything.” I hung my head and waited for her to leave, waited for my soul to be crushed.

“I understand. I am okay with this. Do you always have to stay a Reaper?”

“No.”

“Well what did you do before you were a Reaper?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was she really accepting me? “I was a carpenter.”

“What do you do for money now?”

“I own a lot of furniture businesses.”

“Okay. I love you. No matter what I love you.”

I just kissed her. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to be saved. All of a sudden I saw this flash of light. My father stood inside of it and smiled. I knew that I was released from my curse. I could really have a life with Suzanna. “Suzanna, marry me?”

“Yes.” She smiled. And in that smile I knew heaven.

Monday, February 24, 2020

Updating Website

I am updating this website with links to various pages, to try and organize my WIPs, my published works, etc. My main page (this page) will be mostly short stories, updates, poems, art work, etc. 
So, if you feel so inclined, you can always check out my pages. These will be novels and screenplays that will be posted by chapter or episodes or in Acts. 
All feedback is appreciated! 


New Series The Lost Godling

The Lost Godling: Heiress of the Thunder God
Starting in June
Monthly 'Episode'

Pilot episode to be posted April 1st.

Posted on https://thegodling.blogspot.com/ (See the links to the side for all pages)


Tora knew nothing about her past. She was found upon a doorstep and raised by her 'grandfather' until she was 14. After he passed away she found herself homeless and at 18 she stole some food and cash from the wrong place. An Alford Plea and ten years later, she is trying to put together a life for herself, and she decided to go to school, and at 30 she finally gets her chance. But what she doesn't know about her past is about to turn her life around.
Will she survive paying for the sins of her birth parents?
With finding out the ideology of religions past and present are real, an unexpected child of God's cast out son, a roommate and best friend who has a Realm shattering secret of her own, and a love interest that has more secrets than the ineffable Gods themselves, Tora is about to find out her desire for a new life may not be worth the cost.

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Writing Updates

I gave a friend The Damned Saint, and Elemental Mazes can't hold my attention right now (going from Adult to Middle Grade writing is really hard sometimes for me). So, I am working on a new short story. While working on a few others, short stories take me some time because I want to make them full, without bogging down with details. Here are the three I am working on. They won't be more than 50k words.





Concept: Semyaza is a fallen daughter of God, she is tasked with creating hells for souls assigned to her. She must make it seem to the soul they are still alive, their miseries their punishments. It was going fine for eons, before she was assigned a soul that would forever change her very infernal grace. She finds herself walking beside them more and more, comforting them, trying to lessen their damnation. Until, she realizes she is in her own hell, and she makes the plot to release the damned soul early. To save them from being corrupted and damned to her existence of forever remaining in hell.






Concept: We were twins. We are close, inseparable. Even across the states. My brother moved to South Carolina, when he got married. But letters went back and forth. He worked on plantation and I worked my farm. Then came that fateful day that I knew would happen with the fighting going on in our infant nation. I had planned to work my land that fateful April 12th like I did every morning. I had been sending my brother letters, even after that December 20th, decision for his state to secede from the Union. But that April day changed a lot for everybody. Even I and my twin. And that is the day I died. My body just hadn’t caught up to my soul. My headstone should have stated February 15th, 1837- April 12th, 1841. But it doesn’t.






Concept: Katrina Richards ran from home as soon as she graduated high school, becoming a world renowned Archaeologist and Historian in just ten years. Then her younger sister had twins at fifteen. To save the twins from being abused and neglected or spending any time in the system, Katrina moves from Los Angeles back home to a small town in Iowa. She adopts the twins and starts a new career as a high school teacher. Enter James Carlton, Mathematics teach since he was twenty two, former teacher of Katrina Richards. James and this small town are about to turn Katrina's life upside down. And it all starts with James and Friday Night High School Football.

Friday, January 3, 2020

Unexpected Redemption A Flash Fiction Story


Unexpected Redemption
A Flash Fiction Story
Katherine Rochholz
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I woke with a start, someone was banging on my bedroom door, “UP LAZYBONES! It is your first day of high school!” I heard my dad yell. I was confused as hell. Was I dreaming? My dad had died ten years previous and I hadn’t been in high school for twenty, let alone just starting high school. I felt a ripple of energy and after a shudder looked down at the book that had fallen off my chest when I had sat up. Falling asleep with a book was a habit since I had learned to read, except it wasn’t the book on cardiovascular surgical advancements that I had remembered falling asleep with. It was a copy of The Odyssey, I hadn’t read that book since I was fourteen… I jumped up and looked into the mirror, “holy fuck,” I was fourteen again.

There was a ripple of energy again and a message appeared.

‘Here is your redo, don’t abuse it. ~Fate’

I dressed mechanically, I was fourteen and not the award-winning surgeon of my future. I sat down at the breakfast table in a daze, hash browns with cheese sat in front of me, something I hadn’t ate since my father died. I looked up and just watched him.

My dad, he was smiling as he flipped pancakes from the pain a very amateurish flourish, they always fell at a weird angle. I looked at the grey in his hair, the blisters and calluses on his hands, all from working three jobs to save and provide for me. The reason why I had gotten a part time job and pushed myself. I went into heart surgery to save people like my dad; until I lost sight of it all and give into greed. I blinked when he spoke.

“A reorder of hash browns?” He was smiling and held the pan out to give me some more, I looked down to notice I had finished them. I nodded, as I was realizing more than a few things. I would have to fight the hierarchy of high school again, work myself up to the top of the pyramid, wear the jersey of a star athlete, put a cowboy hat and jeans on, instead of the suit and tie I had worn for the last decade in my memories. I realized I was back in the middle of cowboy country and not Manhattan. But for this chance to save my dad? To become the version of myself I had wanted to see in the mirror before I lost everything to the green of greed? It would be worth it to fight for it again. For I wasn’t going to waste this chance at unexpected redemption.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Hidden Miracles A Flash Fiction Story


Hidden Miracles
A Flash Fiction Story
Katherine Rochholz
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Christmas… ‘Ugh…’ I shuddered as I walked the malls looking for some signature gift from one of these many capitalistic vendors. Why was I here? If I hate it so much? Well, it started with my past ringing my door bell, three days ago, a very hungry past, in the form of my only child I had give up fifteen years prior.

Fifteen Years Ago

I had crossed the first finish line of my first high school track meet, I was a sight, with my hair falling out of my ponytail and over my sweatband. I was on top of my fifteen-year-old world and smiling as if happiness was all I had, or would ever, feel. Little had I known just what would shatter me just hours from that moment. If I had, I may have ignored the offer to go for pizza with the team. But that night I was shattered, and nine months later I gave away the only person I would ever unconditionally love, all to protect them.

Present

I shook my head from the memories of the past as I walked into a tech store. It was right next to the fitness center I went to; I was taking Krav Maga lessons, mostly to flirt with the instructor, even though she always kicked my ass each class.

I looked at the touch screen tablets and phones, I end up with a tablet/laptop combo system, and a cell phone. I shook hands with the agent, even against my aversion to the touch of strangers. I was happy enough to ignore it. For I now had my daughter in my life. I wept for her, I felt bad for being so happy. She had been kicked out by her adoptive parents for being different, for not being the ‘boy’ they had raised. So, I gave her a home when she found me. I accepted her without thought.

I was about to leave the mall when I walked by a pet store, a little of puppies, a new beginning, and the signature gift found. Now just to get custody of my daughter, the magic of everyday, and hidden miracles within this world’s hate, brought me back my child. The only human I would ever love unconditionally.