Friday, December 30, 2011

New Year Goals!

1) Finish Editing Katy Lily Truth and Lies Past and Present for True Paperback launch (end of January)
2) Create Paperback Version of Love Hate and The World Goes Round (Spring 2012)
3) Finish Katy Lily The Veil Lifts for digital release in March of 2012 (Paperback for Summer 2012)
4) Finish first draft of Katy Lily The Futrue Becomes the Present (or Elemental Powers)
5) Have my 2 Series of Short storys (The Tales of Medusa and Mirror Mirror) ready for publish (Fall 2012)

Sunday, December 18, 2011


Editing is still in process don't worry, Will have book ready by beginning of the new year :) and I will have 2 to 3 series of short stories come out as well.  Katy Lily 2 The Veil Lifts will be out in the spring of 2012 then I will start Katy Lily 3 for end of 2012 beginning of 2013 release :)

Thursday, December 15, 2011


HI!!!!  Merry Christmas!!! Editing is under way for Truth and Lies Past and Present!!!  Soon to be available in Paperback and Hardcover through!   I am also editing Love Hate And The World Goes Round which I will be going through Createspace for the paperback version since I won NaNoWriMo!!!!! 50k words 25 days!!!!!  WINNER!!! 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Katy Lily Book 2 Update and other updates

Okay peeps i am over 41k for book 2 The Veil Lifts!!!
Love Hate And The World Goes Round will be out on Dec 4th for the Nook and Kindle!!!!

Thursday, November 24, 2011

NaNoWriMo Update

doing great on nanowrimo just over a thousand words to go :)  Soon I shall publish on the kindle and nook


Okay a quick update and a Happy Thanksgiving to anybody who reads this!  After the 30th the end of NaNoWriMo I am going back and finishing Katy Lily book 2 The Veil Lifts and then after that I am going to write another book and then I will do Katy Lily Book 3So stay tuned to Kati!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Eron and Grace I Am Death Series Story Three Copyright 2011 Katherine Rochholz All Rights Reserved

This is my hell. If this isn’t hell, then I don’t know what is. From the moment I was told I was the spawn of death to this moment, when I take a young mother who just gave birth to the babies she wanted more than life. She knew carrying these babies to term would kill her, but she did it anyway. Taking souls like this kills me. It makes me want to turn against my duties; it makes me want to not take the life. But I must if I don’t then the soul rots in the body, causing the body to rot, making a demon on earth. I don’t even want to look at the little girl or the little boy, but I am drawn to them. I look at the little girl and I know, I know she will grow up to be my saving grace. Then I hear her name. Her father called her Grace. I left, taking the soul of the mother to her judgment day. Whispering to the little girl before I left “Grace, may the grace of God allow you to forgive me.”

I couldn’t get the her out of my head, I knew that I would not enter her life again until she was older, and I had a feeling I would be taking her father when I did. He was a good man, I watched him raise the two children. I watched him accept his son when he came out homosexual. I watched him fight for equal rights. I watched him fight for the rights of veterans. I watched him fight for those who needed saving. And I kept watching and waiting for his name to come to me. I waited for the fate to send the message saying to take his soul. I waited, and waited. But my jobs were never done. I didn’t get much time to watch her grow up. But I wanted to make sure she was happy.

She was so smart; she wanted to be a doctor. I watched as she worked hard in high school. I watched her face fill with excitement and joy when she received a letter stating she had been granted a scholarship. I did that, I wanted to make sure money was never a problem for her, that money would not be the reasons he had to give up on her dreams. I watched her through as she went through college and med school, as she stated her internship. Then I got a name I wasn’t expecting.

It was her brother… he was going to kill himself. He had been the subject of so much hate. I was hoping his scholarship to that fancy music school in New York City would save him. But there was more hate then love in this world. In a world that most of the time I hated the human race because of that, though I so badly wanted to be part of the human race again. So I always did what I could to help, donating becoming an activist, in so many things. I tried to make the world a better place. But I always seemed to take those that are most worthy of life from this world.

I wanted so badly to tell her. My Grace would be torn up by this, and I wanted so bad to tell her. But I knew it would only create a demon on Earth in his shell because his soul would rot, if not taken when his string was cut. I did my other jobs throughout the day. I knew when he would take his life, and I wanted to be there when it happened. It does not happen all the time, but sometimes, the soul ends up remaining with the body for a few moments after death. I wanted to be there to take his soul moments before his body died so that way he would not have to feel the pain of death. Death is always painful, always for the body, but if we get there just at the right time we can prevent the soul from feeling it.

I watched him for most of the night. I knew when it was going to happen and how, but I couldn’t stop it. Grace was going to hate me for not stopping it. I was not worthy of a soul as beautiful as hers. I watched as he said goodbye to his boyfriend, as he told him he loved him all night. I watched as he called his father, and left a message saying ‘forgive me… I love you.” I watched as he called his sister, my Grace, and watched as his eyes filled at tears of how much pain he was going to leave his loved ones in, but he couldn’t face the hate in this world any longer. He almost lost his boyfriend because of intolerance, and the hate had gotten to him. So at twenty seven he was going to take his life. He didn’t want to live in a world that would allow people to hate. I cried with him, though he didn’t know I was there, I held his hand as he lay on his bed, waiting for the pills to take his life. Just seconds before the final pain of death, I took his soul. Then I took him to his judgment, most suicides get put into limbo, until they can be reborn to try again. But I was not going to allow that to happen. It can take centuries to be reborn. I left his soul with the judges, and told them my opinion. The first time I ever have voiced an opinion with judgment. They came back with something that shocked me.

“Eron, you want this soul to have a chance at paradise, or for us to give him his rebirth in the next year, so we give you this chance. Convince your soul mate, Grace, to forgive you, to accept you, to love you, within the next year, then we will give him his rebirth, if not then he will wait his turn.” They then disappeared leaving me to go back to Earth.

I did not know how I was going to achieve this; she was a new intern who just found out her brother had died. Her twin had died. I watched her tell her father. I watched her plan the funeral, watched her fight with the Catholic Church to give him a Catholic funeral. He deserves a Catholic funeral; he was a good kid that was driven to take his life, because of the hate and pathetic people of this Earth. I joined her fight. I was timed it to be there when she came in to fight the priest for her brother’s funeral. I pretended to overhear the fight, and I joined her.

“You said his note was that he could no longer take the hate of this world?” I asked.

“Yes, his note stated that the attack on his boyfriend, and the fighting for equal rights was getting so hard on him. He was saddened by hatred in this world. Now the Catholic Church is refusing to treat him as an equal even in death!” Grace was angry, and I couldn’t blame her.

“Let me guess if I were to offer a big donation to the church you would treat him as an equal?” I said with a sneer, I was not a fan of organized religion.

“How big were you thinking?” The priest stated with greed in his eyes.

“I have one hundred thousand dollars that says that this boy and all others like him get equal rights in this church.” I stated, writing out the check, a hundred thousand was like going to get a cup of coffee for me.

“Deal.” The priest stated and turned to Grace.

“Well Miss Grace Casey, your brother Benjamin will have a Catholic funeral.” He said bringing out an appointment book. “I have this Thursday open. Is that okay?”

Grace had a look of shock on her face. “Yes that is fine.” The priest then left them alone.

Grace turned to look at me. “Thank you. My name is Grace Casey. Did you know my brother?”

I looked into her eyes, losing myself in their gold brownish color. “Yes, I knew Benjamin.”

“Are you…” She didn’t know how to ask her question.

“If you are wondering if I am gay, I am not. I just believe in equal rights. And that the hate and ignorance of people really needs to be put to a stop. My name is Eron Johnson.”

“Oh… So you knew my brother how?”

“I will tell you at another time. Let’s just focus on making sure he is put to rest. It is a shame he had to be taken so young. Your poor father, he must be destroyed.”

“Dad was always afraid of AIDS, not this, never did we think suicide. I mean, we knew he had issues, but he was getting better. He was fighting for marriage rights in New York; he was going to marry his boyfriend. Poor Lester, he is so tore up about this, he feels he should have known. But he was in the hospital he was almost killed, just for being gay. It is sick.”

We sat and talked for the rest of the day, and over the next few months I helped her deal with the loss of her twin. Our talking turned into dating, and soon I was coming up on my deadline. I was going to have to tell her the truth. One night I was going to take her out to a nice restaurant then come home and tell her all the truths about myself. But I came home and she was crying.

“Honey what is wrong?” I went up and pulled her into my arms.

“Someone told me that you are lying. That you are living a double life. That all your traveling is because you have many girlfriends in all over the country.” She said sobbing.

“I only love you, I have no other girlfriends. No other person holds my heart and soul only you. But I do have a secret. Please hear me out.” So I told her everything. From the moment I took her mother’s soul. My first words to her, my watching her grow up. My scholarships; because her family deserved them; and I told her the worst secret of them all. How I knew her brother. I told her everything, where I was when his name came up, how I stayed with him. How I took his soul so he would feel no pain. Only thing I didn’t tell her was the condition on his soul being reborn. Just that I fought for him. “I am a reaper.”

She said nothing for a long time. She looked at me; I could tell she was working everything out in her head. “So you are how old?”

“Eight hundred thirty six years old. And never once in my life have I ever loved anyone like I love you.”

“So you took my brother’s soul to judgment, you took his soul, and fought for him. Because of me?”

“And him, he had a hard life, and because of the hate in this world his promising life was cut short. He was a good person.”

“And you took my mom. You were there when I was born? Did my mom go to heaven?”

“Your mother was sentenced to five years in purgatory, limbo, and then she could enter paradise.”

“And my brother?”

“That depends on my actions regarding you.”

“How so?”

“I cannot tell you, until I have an answer on if you still love me, if you can forgive me.”

“Why would I have to forgive you? You had no control over your fate. And I am glad you were there with my brother, that he had someone there to hold his hand.” She turned and kissed me. “I love you, and there is nothing to forgive you for, I love you.”

I felt my soul become complete; it was like my heart starting beating again. I knew I would no longer get the messages from the fates; I would no longer have to take the souls of those who deserved life more than most of the humans that live in this world. “You complete me, my saving Grace.”

William and Alexis I am Death Series Story Two Copyright 2011 Katherine Rochholz All Rights Reserved

I sit and watch them. All of them. My charges. I watch their lives then I take them. I take their souls, I cut their life force. I get their name, I send it to the reaper, and then I cut their life force. They die. They go to judgment. Unless they are a reaper. Then they go to limbo if they hadn’t found their soul mate. I have always followed my instructions. I have never once waivered in my duties, until his name came up. This is my story. My tale of how I fell from glory, how I gave up my soul, to save his. Join me if you dare.

I am a fate. The beings life force is in my strings. All my strings interlace somehow. Someone touches one life, which touches another, and so forth. I was made to do this. The fates, we control all life and death of the mortal or potentially mortal beings. As non-mortals such as angels and other beings can give up their mortality for mortality at anytime, even a reaper who is forced to be immortal can give up their life, even if they haven’t found their soul mate. They can still die. All beings can still die. It is rare but it happens. My job was to cut their life force. After that it is the reapers job to take them to judgment. I give each life challenges that have been assigned to them, I do not choose their paths; I just make sure they happen. By placing very specific knots in their strings of life, I will do this for eternity, until the last being on earth dies. Then we shall have our paradise. Our promise of paradise, we shall once again enter heaven and be welcomed. Each of us use to be angels of life, we fought against death in mortals. Since we lost, our punishment is to bring about that death. And I do my job, as I knew the joys of heaven, and I knew what awaited me there once we had served our sentence.

I was sitting there making sure that I intertwined the strings of life, which would be tangled together for eternity when handed a black thread. I never received a black thread before, I had received others, and an example would be a dark blood red is for a sociopathic killer. They are wrapped tightly around their victims. I know my humans’ fates long before they do. I looked down at the black thread and I knew it was a reaper. All reapers had a thread. But they were rarely cut. In fact most of the senior fates took the strings of the reapers, as they are intertwined with so many threads at the end. This one came with a bright gold bottom, I had never seen that. When looking closely it was two threads combined into one. Meaning that this person found their soul mate. One line was a little longer then the other, but not by much. I had never seen gold before, and that gold cleared up his black. Most reapers had the potential to be joined to a mortal, but o see it come with the gold thread intertwined already it was strange. The gold being long and full of a million knots. Not that length matters, a very long string could mean a million challenges in a short life span.

I never really thought much about it, I saw him as he grew up, as he came to term with his fate as a reaper, as he did his duty for four thousand years. As I watched him, I fell for him. No matter what life threw at him, or should I say I threw at him, he still kept his goodness. He never was going to be tempted; he waited patiently for his soul mate. I knew there was one for him; the gold string was proof of that. So I watched and let myself feel for him, even though I was supposed to be neutral. Even though I knew the punishment for falling one of my beings.

One day was sitting there waiting for my list of names and their time of death, when another fate was escorted to the main office. We never went in there. Only to be demoted, or destroyed. I felt fear because I knew one of the reasons that we were destroyed was refusing to kill a being, falling for that being. I talked to the fate next to me. “What happened?”

“Drew fell for one of the beings she watched.”

“What will happen?”

“Don’t know, if she didn’t cut his thread her soul is forfeit, she will be destroyed, darkness of limbo forever. Or hell. Whichever the council decides. I hope she only gets limbo.” Tyler stated and grabbed his file of the desk.

My file was quite large as I was in charge of a reaper thread, this file would be my work for the next fifty years. I sighed and returned to my station. Carefully pulling off the top paper and I started to make the knots of the beings’ challenges in their life strings. I was biding my time to paradise. And I wasn’t having such a bad time watching my beings, especially William. He was just as patient, for his chance at a normal life, as I was to go back to heaven. There was very few ways I could be allowed back in the, simplest was I did my punishment. The other was to become mortal and follow a mortal life, and die a mortal death, then be judged upon that death. There was a chance then that I would end up having to go through purgatory before entering heaven. And that could be a long time depending on how I was judged.

I passed the years watching him, falling for him more with each passing year. I wished him all the best, I wished for his soul mate to enter his life. I wondered what it would be like to be mortal. I was half tempted to ask for a mortal life. But you would be dropped in the middle of nowhere with only an identity. No place to live, no steady work, nothing but the clothes on your back and a brand new identification card. Then all of a sudden your life string would be full of knots and bumps and fringes. I was tempted only because of him.

I was getting to the end of my file, I sighed. I knew it would just mean another wait in line and a new file. I cut a string of a child and I could feel the same sadness her family was feeling. I always could. I was an angel who once gave life. Now I take it. Some angels couldn’t bear becoming the fates, they choose mortal lives, or to be in limbo until the end of days. I don’t blame them. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice to stay here. To take the lives I once wrote down. All lives are written in the book, from the first to the last. They are born, and they live. Then the Morning Star had to tempt Eve with that bloody fig. Now because of that not only are the humans and other beings of our creation forced to die, but the angels of life are forced to be the bringers of death. I sigh and return to my work.

I pick up the last paper, and I gasp. It was William’s name. They wanted me to cut his life string. But he hadn’t found his soul mate yet. No I would not allow it. I didn’t cut the string. I go up and went to the main office. I knocked. I knew by doing this I was going to be destroyed. I would cease to have ever existed. The lives that I would have touched now would be set to take a different road.

“Come in Alexis.” The voice on the other end stated calmly.

I walk in; I take the paper and ripe it in two. “I will not do it. He deserves his chance at finding his soul mate. He is good. He does not deserve limbo! Destroy me I do not care. Allow him to live, to find his soul mate. Please.”

“Very passionate words from very promising fate, one that would have become head fate in time to come. But you would give all that up for a reaper to find his soul mate? Why?”

“Love. I fell in love with him.”

“Very interesting... very interesting indeed.” The head fate stood up, and walked around to me, placing both hands on my shoulders. “There is no going back. Are you sure you are willing to give up everything for this reaper to find his soul mate?”

“Yes. His thread showed that he would. Why is it to be cut?”

“We do not question why, but his thread did show another soul attached to his. Gold I believe was the thread?”

“Yes, stunning gold.”

“A fate’s thread.” Was the last words I heard then I was standing in the middle of a road, in the middle of nowhere.

I looked around and there was nothing but corn fields. I sighed. I don’t know what the head fate’s last words meant, but I knew I had been made mortal. I pulled my ID out of my pocket. Alexis Burton. So my name was now Alexis Burton. Well I had to make the best of it. It was better than limbo or hell. I turned to start walking down the road when a car came out of now where. There was another being in the road, he was not moving. The car was coming upon him quickly.

I didn’t think. Back when I was a fate there would have been nothing I could do, but now I was mortal. I could change this man’s fate. I ran to where he was, I don’t even know how I made it time. But I pushed him out of the way just as the car would have hit him. It hit me instead. I lay on the ground, I didn’t feel hurt. I didn’t feel different, then I had in just moments ago, but I knew the car had it me. I opened my eyes and there staring back at me was William. “What were you doing?” I asked before I could think.

“I live here, this is my farm land. I was trying to catch the man who running down the animals. Instead he ran down you, but I got his plate number. Let me help you up.” He stated, as he grabbed my hand to help me up.

“Thank you.” Then the head fate’s words came back to me. ‘A fate’s thread.’ I didn’t put them together but a fate was his soul mate. I was his soul mate. I knew looking into his eyes, he knew it as well. I all of a sudden was really happy for that reaper gift of knowing when they found their soul mate. I had known fates had threads but we had never seen them, because the only one who could cut them as highest being in creation. She held onto them.

“I can’t believe it. There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all.”

“Well you are not a doctor. Maybe is should get checked out.” I knew that mortal bodies could not have taken that hit, but I felt alright.

“No I can tell, you are alright. Probably because you are a reaper’s soul mate.” He said, and it shocked me he would be so open and so blunt about being a reaper.

“A reaper?” I tried to play it off like I didn’t know what he was talking about but I was too late, he had caught my pause.

“You are not a mortal.” He said as we reached his front door.

“I am now.”

He opened the door and led me to a couch, where I sat down. He walked out of the room and came back with a pitcher of tea and a couple of glasses. He handed a glass to me and filled it, filled one for himself and sat down. “What were you?”

“A fate.”

“A real fate? Why are you now mortal?”

I sipped the tea for a moment before answering. But I told him it all. Everything. Form the moment I received his string to the moment I pushed him out of the way of the car. “They wanted me to cut your string. You would have died at that moment the car hit you. But I refused to cut your string. I thought they were going to destroy me. Instead they sent me to you. I asked them to give you your soul mate. To destroy me instead of cutting your life force.”

“So they sent me my soul mate. They allowed me to live.” He smiled. After four thousand and some odd years he was going to be able to live a normal life. “I hope you like Iowa honey because this place is the closest to heaven I have found on Earth. Allow me to introduce myself. I am William Burton.”

I laughed. “My name is Alexis, the surname they gave me on my ID is Burton.” I said laughing.

“Well they didn’t spear any time.” He said and hugged me close to him. “I can’t believe I have you finally in my life.”

“I have watched you for four thousand and some odd years, wondering who would be your soul mate, what being mortal was like. Now I know that answer, and I get to be mortal with you. And maybe again see heaven someday. Until then you can show me the joys of being a mortal in Iowa.” I said with a smile, as he bent to kiss me for the first time, and that started our new and wonderful life.

I opened my eyes and found at the window of the house the head fate smiling back at us. He winked and disappeared. And at that moment I knew no matter the knots in our string, we would weather them together, forever.

Moments By Katherine Rochholz Copyright 2011 KC Rochholz All Rights Reserved

Here I am stuck between worlds, watching the person I am assigned to, and wondering why I ever did what I did. What did I do? I killed myself. I broke up with someone I had loved, well he dumped me. I felt like I could not live without out so, I was tempted by the razor in my shaver. The next thing I really remember is waking up in front of a dark figure. He told me I would have a chance to redeem my soul. I had taken my life because of love. So love must save my soul. I would be given a person, who was on the same path as I was, and I was to save him. I must show him life is better, to find him his soul mate. Only when he said “I love you” to a person and he really means it, will I be released from my punishment.

Meet my ward so to say, his name is Adam, and he ran again from another relationship. The man is hot, he has bright blue eyes, and unruly black curly hair, and he works out, and you can tell. And the trouble is he knows it. He is also very rich, so he is under the impression that people only love him for his money. Not his mind and quirky ways. Like being a gamer. Or the fact that his sense of humor can be dark. He really is a nice guy. He donates to a lot of children charities; he spends his time with children who have nothing. He gives out scholarships; he is truly a good person. I wish I had met someone like him when I was alive; he is a perfect man, money or no. You should have seen his face when I was dumped in the middle of his apartment. It was classic, but after about ten shots and a lot of explaining he seemed okay with it, well he was going to deal with it. Of course I was also dumped quite nude into his place, so we had to find me some clothes. Thankfully I could put clothes on! I was nude because I had died that way. If I knew that was going to happen I would have wore that tiny black dress I had made just a few weeks before I died. My sister wears that dress now, all the time. He is the only person that can see me, and that sometimes upsets me. I wish I could tell my family I am sorry. Sorry for what I put them though, what they will always have to live with. I wish I could tell them that it wasn’t something they did, it was me, and I knew how to hide my depression. And how abusive my relationship was, but my focus is now on Adam. I have been in this limbo land for three years now, and he has still yet to mature enough to say I love you to anybody.

Thankfully I don’t have a time limit I have until he dies, if he dies without saying those words then I fail, I will be stuck in limbo forever. So it is not like I am not trying! I have talked him into plenty of relationships, however he always runs when he feels like he might be falling in love! I am about to strangle him, and now he hasn’t been on a date in over a year. He says why should he go out when he has me at home. I just roll my eyes and keep reminding him that I am dead. He always reminds me that it is a pity that another man drove me to take myself from the world. He thought I was quiet interesting, and much better companion then the women I kept telling him to ask out.

One day I was sitting there filling my nails, or pretending to, so I could pass the time, as I can’t really file them. I was waiting for him to come home from his job, which was being a big shot investment manager on Wall Street; I figured with a new bar opening up I can find someone else to set him up with tonight. As soon as he walked through the door I knew we were going to be fighting again.

“Adam, I told you we are going out tonight.” I stated standing up, I was wearing a cute little outfit I had made from some fabric he had bought me.

“I don’t want to go out to find my so called ‘soul mate’!” He stated making the quotation marks with his fingers.

“You don’t know what will happen if you don’t.” I stated and went to his bedroom and started picking out clothes for the club tonight.

“You keep saying that, like it is some horrible thing that will happen if I don’t find someone to say ‘I love you’ to.” He stated following me.

I sighed. I couldn’t tell him what happens to me if I fail; it is in the bloody rule book. “I told you I can’t tell you some things, but you could end up going down the same path as I did. I don’t want to see that!” I yelled back at him.

“Why?” He asked grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from the closet.

I flinched; remember my last boyfriend, and the violence I endured. I pulled my arm away, and he let go right away. I just glared at him as he sputtered his apologies. “It is fine.”

“No it is not, I never should have touched you that way.” He stated, as I started to walk away he pulled me back to him, holding me in his arms. “I should not have touched you that way! Look at me!” He said as I looked down at his chest.

“It is fine let’s just concentrate on you! You have a chance in this world, I don’t anymore, and I took that chance away from myself. I won’t take it away from you!”


“Why, what?”

“Why don’t you want that for me? Is it just to save yourself?”

I looked up at him appalled at his question. “NO! I truly care for you. I love you; you don’t deserve what happens when people like me do what I did! I don’t want that for you!”

He just smirked and bent down and kissed me. It seemed like time stopped. “I love you.” He whispered against my lips, kissing me before I could respond.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the being that had met me at my death. He smiled. He waved his hand and the next thing I know my heart was beating, and I could feel myself coming back to life. There was a large burst of light and a voice. “Don’t make me regret giving you a second chance at life.”

I smiled and knew that this time around I wasn’t going to make my same mistakes. Adam smiled at me, and I at him. “I get a second chance.”

“Good, then it won’t look so weird when I marry you.” Adam stated and then kissed me again. And everything, for once, was right in the world. Even if for just that moment in time. After all life is made up of little moments that define us, make a life or even take a life. But sometimes you get a second chance.

Falling....Micro-Fiction By Katherine Rochholz Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved

"You watch me fall. You watch me go splat. You see me die. Good-Bye." 

Okay it has been awhile!

Okay I have year two completed, year two and three will make up book 2, as far as year four it might be thrown in there so it may be a long book, the reason is that year 9 and 10 will be one book, i know that know as the events of those two years are too connected to rip apart. Year 5 will be a big book for me, not in the sense that it will be long, but in the sense that some big events will happen, year six and seven might be combined with eight, at this point i am not 100% not sure, but there will be somewhere between 5 and 6 books in this series, but we shall see...  right now back to NaNoWriMo just at about 41k words!!!!!!  Also there will be a composite book of poems and short stories coming out at the end of the year beginning of next and in Jan I will have a book signing at The Cellar in Waterloo, IA Book Launch party!  Book 2 of Katy Lily will be published sometime after the new year, and book one of Katy Lily will soon be available in paperback via!!!!!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Dylan And Suzanna. I Am Death Series Story One All rights reserved Copyright Katherine Rochholz 2011

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?”


“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.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

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Everything, unless otherwise noted, is copyrighted by Katherine Rochholz various years of course depending on the post all rights reserved.... unless they are songs but all the poems and short stories are mine.

Breaking Point By Katherine Rochholz Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved

Everybody has a breaking point.  Everybody.  Even I do.  Mine may be higher then most, but they are about to push me to my point.  When that point is reached, stay out of my way.  My advice? HIDE.  RUN.  DIE.

The day started out like any other, well like any other these last twelve months.  I came back from my latest tour of duty, and my husband celebrated in true style the night I came back.  We had gorgeous twins, named after our parents.  I just had a doctor’s appointment giving me the okay to go back to work if wanted too and was at home cooking dinner, waiting for my family to come home when the phone rang. 

The chills ran down my back.  It was my cell phone that was ringing.  The number of people that know that number, I could count on one hand, the reasons they would call that number needed only two fingers.  And I know we hadn’t declared war.  So it meant I had lost someone.  I picked up the phone that was never more than a few inches from me, and said “hello.”  I listened to what seemed forever, though it was only moments.  In moments my world fell apart.

            My husband, brother, and my children were killed; the message left with their bodies was to me.  Telling me I killed their family they killed mine, and I was next.  Well I was not going to allow that to happen.  I went to my study, I went right up to the wall, were there was a keypad, I put in my code and the wall opened.  Revealing my weapons,

            I knew if I didn’t kill this team of killers then they wouldn’t stop until I was dead.  They already took my life.  They didn’t realize they also made the biggest mistake of theirs.  I called my contact back and asked for all the information we had on the team.  I was told they had always left the country going into South America.  I knew I would follow.

            I grabbed all I needed and jumped into my truck and was off before my cell phone rang again, with my boss telling me to stay put.  Just twenty four later the hunt was on, as I stepped of the plane in Brasilia.  Within just a few hours I found someone willing to sell out the group of people that took my life from me.  I knew that going into the warehouse I was standing outside of was suicide but what did I have to live for?

            For the night I just stared at the building that I knew held the people that had destroyed my soul.  That had caused me to reach my breaking point.  I knew if I did what I did, I might be facing some really serious charges, regardless of the fact I was a jarhead, but I might be in more trouble by being who I was, then if I had been a normal civilian.  I also knew that I had a five hour window.  I had five hours to make it out of Brazil after I killed the group of men in that warehouse.  That is if I made it out alive.

            I walked right into the warehouse with my guns pulled, within moments there was nothing but the sounds of guns shooting and the flash of the bullets leaving the guns.  I felt them miss me, and I could see mine hitting my targets.  I was down to the last guy when a bullet got me in my left shoulder, and I knew it was bad.  I continued searching for him, when I heard babies crying.

            “LEAVE!  Or I kill them.”  The man, whose eyes were blacker then his soul with hair to match, stepped out from behind the shadows and I felt my heart stop.  My babies, they were alive.

            “Put them down and I will allow you to walk away.”  I stated knowing even as the words left my mouth they were a lie.

            “I want you guns on the floor.”

            “Fine.”  I stated putting all my guns on the ground.

            “I know with that wound you won’t get far!”  He put the children on the ground and started running to the door.

            I looked at my children, knowing that they allowed me to think them dead; they had killed my husband and my brother.  I pulled a knife from my sleeve and threw it.  It seemed like time stopped, even for just that moment it did, as I watched my knife hit him in the back of the neck.  He fell to the ground and struggled to take his last breaths.  All too soon the silence filled the warehouse.  The only sounds were the breathing of my children and the heavy breathing of myself.  And I knew I had a serious wound that would need immediate attention, but I didn’t have that luxury.  I needed to get my children and myself out of Brazil.

            I pulled another knife out of my sleeve and as I started the fire that would burn the warehouse down I put the knife in the flame then touched it to my wound, feeling the pain of the burn, knowing it was my only real chance of making sure my children made it out of Brazil.  After that I grabbed my children and walked out of the warehouse, as the flames consumed it.

            It didn’t take me long to get home, after all I had left the weapons I had brought in the warehouse.  As soon as I landed in Dallas, my boss was there to meet me.  “General.”  I stated saluting him. 

            “Gunny, only you could bring down who you did.  Now off to the hospital with you and your children.  Next time pick up the phone.  You would have known your children were alive.  We were going after them.”

            “There will be no next time sure.”  I stated as they loaded me and my children into the ambulance.  “No there won’t be a next time.”  I laid back and smiled at the only two people in my life that could save my soul.  Or cause me to break and lose it.

Friday, September 30, 2011



Thursday, September 15, 2011

Still Bit of a Block

I am about 28500+ words into book 2 but still kinda blocked on where to direct this as it is different then my original plan!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Rembember September 11th

Today I remember the day so many lives were changed, I thank those everyday heroes among us.  And make a promise to never forget the reason I am free!

We may hurt, We may bleed.  We may cry, We may laugh.  We may live our lives.  We may throw them away.  It isn't a question of what we can do, but what can't we do!  Becaue of you! Because of your sacrifice We are free to do as we please!  Thank you! 

Monday, September 5, 2011


I have some writers block i have a lot of ideas just none that go with the current story line

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Friday, September 2, 2011

Buy Book 1 now!

Truth and Lies Past and Present by K. C. Rochholz

Availalble for Digital download via Barnes and Noble Soon

Within the next couple of days book 1of Katherine Lillian Fitz's story will be available for 1.99 via Pubit! from Barnes and Noble, check it out.


26k plus words nearing the end of 2nd term!  So now time for break and then the start of 3rd term, have done almost nothing i had planned in term 2 but the way it is going is so much better lets see where things lead me in the second half of the school year ;)

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Katy Lily Hidden Secrets

I am in the process of writing book 2 of my Katy Lily Series I am just over 25k words in.  I started this on July 10th after finishing book 1 which I restarted on April 4th 2011.  Katy Lily started back in 1994 as a short story for school that i never turned in, then redid in high school and again never turned in afraid of the criticism sitting at my cousin's house in april the idea came back to me and it has consumed me since as i have expanded my characters.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Katy Lily Book One is done

Truth and Lies

By Katherine Rochholz

In Memory of Cpl. John C. Rochholz USMC December 4th, 1958- August 15th, 2009

This is for my father, Cpl. John Charles Rochholz USMC, who told me I could be anything I want to be, so this if for one of my true heroes who I once promised a million dollars, I never got the chance to give him that so instead I offer him the workings of my mind

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Truth and Lies

By Katherine Rochholz

In Memory of Cpl. John C. Rochholz USMC December 4th, 1958- August 15th, 2009

This is for my father, Cpl. John Charles Rochholz USMC, who told me I could be anything I want to be, so this if for one of my true heroes who I once promised a million dollars, I never got the chance to give him that so instead I offer him the workings of my mind.
Truth and Lies

By Katherine Rochholz

In Memory of Cpl. John C. Rochholz USMC December 4th, 1958- August 15th, 2009

This is for my father, Cpl. John Charles Rochholz USMC, who told me I could be anything I want to be, so this if for one of my true heroes who I once promised a million dollars, I never got the chance to give him that so instead I offer him the workings of my mind.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

If I die before I wake before I see you again
I want you to know I love you with my life and soul
You have been in my life as I waited to begin
Now I give up to God and you my soul

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Nothing Else I can Do
Because baby I love you
Out of everything I have said or done
Saying I love you
was never on my to do
But  baby there is nothing else I can do
Because I love you


I am over the 53000 word mark and have the outline for the last few chapters of my book soon the first book will be done, then I will just have to break it down into to chapters and do a quick edit then i will let my friends read it to see if it is any good if it is i am going self publish.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I will be how I always am
I won't change for you
I won't be the sacificial lamb
Because to myself I must be true

Sunday, June 5, 2011


There are so many faces to me
There is no other way to be
I shall show you them one by one
Just to see when you will run
There are so many faces to me
There is no other way to be

Friday, June 3, 2011

I love you...

I am sick of the lying
I am sick of the trying
I have to tell you true
What I feel about you

I walked out on you
Somehow you still loved me true
I said I didn't love you
But we know that ain't true

I am sick of the lying
I am sick of the trying
I have to tell you true
What I feel about you

I love you with all my heart
I don't want to be apart
I want to give you my soul
Even though it blacker the coal

I am sick of the lying
I am sick of the trying
I have to tell you true
What I feel about you

I love you...

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Daddy's Hands By Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.

And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.

You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.

Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,

And patted my back, for something done right.

There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,

But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.

Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.

If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.

And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love .....

In Daddy´s hands.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


Almost done I can feel it soon book one will be done my self appointed deadline is July 1st wish me luck!

Monday, May 16, 2011

Half way

I am over 40000 words in and I know how I am going to end it almost just a few more details are escaping me but I am going to finish book one of Katy lily's story soon!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

You whisper your secrets in my ear
Because you are too afraid to face your fear
As a woman I am dead to you
But my heart it still loves you true
I know I should leave
But the pain would cause me to grieve
my heart is full of the creases you made
Leave now and let them please fade
I just want to pick up the pieces
As my love for you decreases
But you stay as I fade away
Soon my heart will start to decay
I am dead to you
My heart loves you true

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Book one

I just hit the forty thousand word mark and I am about half way though the first book it has been kinda easy up to this point with the story I started this story one in the beginning of April to get over some writers block on another story but I am loving this one a lot more I have a basic outline for the ten books and what main events are in each so book one should be finished next month sometime if I don't run into any issues.  Wish me luck!


This will be a blog of the updates and my pains on my 10 book book series I have nicknamed Katy Lily.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

I just wanna tell ya how it is
I just wanna show what I mean
I just wanna feel your kiss
I just wanna be your queen

My heart is in pieces
The damange done by you
The pain it never decreases
But I still love you true

I just wanna forget about you
I just wanna be happy again
I just wanna live my life true

I just wanna my life to begin
My heat was in pieces
The damange was done by you
The pain it has decreased
But I love myself true

Monday, April 25, 2011


I am still writing, and chillin' I am alive and well, well maybe not well, i keep getting a dang cold...

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Not doing much

I really don't get why my cousin thinks i am gay, my brother told me there was a discussion on this matter!  Well my words to them are I am not gay and my sexual orientation is not up for discussion, why do you think I choose dare and not truth when we played truth or dare....