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Dance

Dance
By Katherine Rochholz
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I feel like I am drowning in the darkness of my mind.
And there is no escape.
My demons are asking me to dance under the pale moonlight.
How do I say no?
They offer reprieve from not only the darkness.
But the madness that can’t be escaped.
The angels try to keep me in the sun.
They tell me to fake it until the smile is real.
Does the darkness really bring the peace it claims? They whisper.
I want to say yes; but I know the demons of my mind lie.
Tell half-truths and feed on my doubts.
But how do I say no to them?
I am drowning in the darkness of my mind.
And without help I shall not find my escape.
The demons ask me to dance in the pale moonlight.
And offer me a reprieve.
How do I say no?
The angels say fake it.
The demons say embrace it.
I am drowning.
The darkness beacons.
The madness becomes complete.
I need help.
But to ask is impossible.
I am drowning.
The voices of the demons drown the angels.
They want me to dance with them in the pale moonlight.
Embrace Darkness.
How do I say no?
Help!
I am drowning in the darkness of my mind…
And there is no escape…

Random WIP: Run For Freedom

Random WIP: Run For Freedom

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Natasha Grey was born and would die in the Military. Or that was what she thought. She had been betrayed by the very people she swore to protect. They had thrown her under a bus; after a decade of faithful service. And now she must clear her name and save her brother from those who betrayed her. But what will be the cost? Natasha is willing to do anything to save her brother. Even becoming the bride of the most dangerous man she had ever met. Discover Natasha’s Story in Run For Freedom.
 
 

Random WIP: Redemption Earned

Random WIP: Redemption Earned

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Ralf was built to be a warrior.  Trained from birth; he felt himself above all.  He took what he wanted when he wanted.  He was the warrior leading armies into battles.  Then one of his victims killed him and the Fates and Death judged him to live forever; until he gained the forgiveness of his murderer.  Fast forward three thousand years and he has seen would be gods, the creation of religions, the fall of empires and many other ‘historical’ events of humanity’s past.  He has learned the best and worst of humanity.  He gets notified his soul mate has once again been reborn 21 years ago.  Now he must win her or face another two thousand years alone.
Agnes has always had this sense of Déjà vu as she was growing up.  Now she is 21 and set to go off to Yale Law School.  Then this man named Ralf comes into her life.  Always there; if she was paranoid she would say he was stalking her.  Eventually, he starts to sit next to her at the coffee shop she goes to after class and they start to talk.  Then he tells her something that she can’t wrap her head around.  He is over two thousand years old and he must earn his redemption through her.  When she is told she gets her memories back and runs.  Will she allow Ralf to gain his redemption?  Or will she allow him to live a lonely and cursed life?

Random WIP: Blood and Water


Random WIP: Blood and Water
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The Second American Civil War was truly a war between one family.  It was One Family.  Two Sides.  One War.  Both sides wanted a strong united nation but they each had their views on how to go about it.  This is their stories.  Their lives.  Entries from their journals.  This is the story of not Blood Versus Water.  But Blood and Water.  To whoever finds this, this is the true story of the second American Civil War. In the end, it destroyed one family. 
This is the story of One Family. Two Sides. One War. It is a story of blood and water. Two journals, one the leader of the blue coats- the rebels- and the other the leader of the green coats- the politicians. And bits pieced together of their actions and of their stories. It will tell the story of how through blood is thicker than water- water can still wash away blood, and in the end, it isn’t blood versus water, but blood and water and how the two can affect the way the world turns. So this story is shared in hopes we learn from Elle Ryann and Jensen Winters and their view of how America should be. So without further ado- 
The lives and journals of President Jensen Winters and his First Lady Elle Ryann-Winters.
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July 6th 2040
Journal~
I don’t know why I agreed to this all these years ago.  But my son asked that I keep a record of this war and maybe tell what caused it.  He said that three hundred years from now they can learn from our family’s pain.  And that may be correct.  There are two sides to this war and I feel soon it will all end.  I feel that after I copy everything I have written down in this journal the end will come.  So this first entry will be my last entry.  My son came to ask that I write it all in one large journal.  Who knows my second child’s thinking, I don’t and I raised him.  My eldest is like my father and I.  A soldier.  My youngest a princess and a dreamer.  And somehow the two is mixed and created my middle child.  A dreamer who has his feet on the ground.  I smile at the thought of my children, but the guilt eats at me.  They were raised more by my mother than me at times.  They were raised in a war.  I wonder if this is how Lincoln felt.  Or Jackson.  They were leaders in a Civil War with children.  Or Grant, he was the General.  I fight for them, of course, but I hate they grew up in a country torn by war.  But if you are reading this then I hope that the country is no longer divided.  Please learn from my mistakes and don’t divide the country again.  But then again maybe I and my side lost and you are reading this in hopes of learning from my mistake. If that is the case here is something I must tell you: No war is about Blood versus Water it is about Water washing away the Blood after all my own brother sided with my husband and fought against his own blood.  This war is hell.  All war is hell, but Civil War?  It is a special type of hell.  Brother versus Brother.  Brother versus Sister.  Sister versus Sister.  Son versus Father.  Daughter versus Father.  Son versus Mother.  Daughter versus Mother.  And worst of all, to at least me, Husband versus Wife.  I split my family apart for this war and my only hope is that I am the winner of this war but the final show down is coming.  I can feel it deep in my bones.  And I don’t think I will make it out of the final show down whole, let alone alive.  Because even if I live I know he won’t and that man for as horrible as this war is, for as horrible his actions have been… I love him…  He is my soul mate.  The love of my life.  The father of my children.  My husband.  But he chose to try to be the dictator of the United States.  He chose greed and power over myself and our children.  But I still love him.  But if need be to give my sons and daughter freedom, true freedom, I will kill him.  And that is my vow.  Freedom over love.  Blood and Water.  Blood over Water.  No matter the personal cost. 
~Elle Ryann-Winters


Random WIP: To Hell and Back

RANDOM WIP: To Hell and Back

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To Hell and Back
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Karli signed up to fight in the wars. Who exactly the enemy was, her leader wouldn’t tell her. Karli signed up because Eden had spoken to her soul. Karli had given up her soul the moment Eden first spoke. But as the war continues Karli starts to question if she is on the right side… Things are not adding up. Is Eden the true evil? And if so will Karli be able to save herself before this powerful silver-tongued woman destroys her? After all, she vowed to follow Eden To Hell and Back…


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“I am good. I am the light. Follow me and be saved.” These were the words she used that day. I believed her and at that moment I choose to follow her. To hell and back.

I awoke in the camp the next morning. I had signed my life to her and was prepared to fight the enemy. I walked to the camp as I whistled a little tune. “Morning!”

“Karli! Good morning.”

I was to find out the enemy that day. Who we were fighting and I couldn’t wait. I sat down and took the coffee that was offered to me. “Sooo…?”

“The enemy is an unknown entity. Though we know of it and know they have an army against us we do not know their leader. We only know they are true evil.”

So they knew nothing… “How do you fight that in which you do not know?”

“With determination Karli.” Eden smiled at me the icy blue of her eyes ensnared me. I only wanted her.

‘But…” I couldn’t get out my objection my thoughts all on her and not this blasted war that both sides refused to give.

“There are no buts Karli, there is only a determination and faith that we will be the victors of this Godforsaken war.” She said as she blew her blood red hair from her face.

“You are correct.” I looked at this perfect being, through we were both fae, she looked like a goddess, her looks unique. I looked like any fae, glowing red eyes and blue hair with highlights, mine were purple, but others had different colors. Her eyes were an icy blue and her hair blood red, with white highlights.

“I know I am. We fight tomorrow at dawn. The evil’s army is on the way here.” This perfect being stated and handed me my orders, leaving me with my thoughts.



Character Details: The Keepers and The Sisters of Lilith

Character Details: The Keepers and The Sisters of Lilith

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Keeper 1: Dean Cooper, 24: Country Boy (Iowa), hides his smarts, gets in bar fights, works the farm, Former Marine, Religious/ Myths/Backgrounds/ Cultures Expert. No College Education

Keeper 2: Joseph McKinley, 33: Male, Street kid, no formal education, dropped out at sixteen. Runner until shot. now thief. takes jobs, gets paid, rich, has a daughter, single father. Engineering, Technology expert.

Keeper 3: August Shepherd, 19: Male, young kid, smart, graduated college at 14, professional student, Ph D in linguistics, Nerd, speaks most dead languages, and ten living languages (English, French, German, Russian, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, Swahili, Spanish, Portuguese, and Italian) but learns others fast. Language man, he can also read micro expressions, reads people, can read lips and knows sign language as well.

Keeper 4: Sakura Hoshi, 29: Female, Only daughter of mother who escaped China (father was Japanese) so she wouldn’t have to kill her on her husband’s orders. Sciences, Math, Ph D in Chemistry and Biology. Used to teach until mom got sick, took her of her, mother recently died.

Keeper 5: Kendra Porter, 23: Artist/Writer, Waitress. Creative type, thinks outside the box, knows almost everything about art gets along well with Dean, kicked out at 16 when pregnant, single mother, honest woman, works two jobs to be able to give her son the chance she didn’t have.

Protector 1: George Noble, 35: Male, Black Ops, Navy Seal, ex-football player, blew out his knew Freshman year. Joined the military to still get his college paid for, Communications degree, weapons expert, weapon of choice Knives and Swords, Recruited from Navy Seals made it a career

Protector 2: Martin Nunez, 27: Male, Private Security, Martial Arts expert, black belt, started out as hired muscle for cartel bought his freedom knows the inner workings of many illegal trades, has contacts when needing things not above board

Protector 3: Daisy Johnson, 33: Female, knows guns and the law, likes to hunt, steak and potatoes type of person, Army then went and got a Criminal Justice degree, Detective until she was shot protecting a kid then went on desk duty because of politics, she can still do her job, married to politician, 2 teens

Guide 1: Kevin Richardson, 52: Male, Advisor to presidents and CEO’s super educated, many degrees (main business and law), silver tongued, believes in education and believes in teaching others to think and do; not just think, hands-on guide

Guide 2: Jennifer Bradly, 33: Female, educator, was a nun until an accident killed her brother and his family, she left the nunnery and is now agnostic, threw herself into books and guiding children to follow their dreams,

Excerpt: The Keepers and The Sisters of Lilith

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            Abby was tense during the drive across town. She didn’t know what the wills stated. She hadn’t even known that James and Fredric even had included her in their wills. She took a deep steading breath as she parked in front of Therese’s office. She swallowed hard as she got out of the SUV and walked to the door. She paused with her hand on the door. She took several breaths as she walked into the office, now it was almost three in the afternoon. “I am here to see Therese.” Abby told the receptionist.
            “Right away Ms. Elyondottir!” The bubbly woman, who Abby hadn’t met before, stated. “She is expecting you, have a seat and she will be out in a moment.”
            Abby nodded and grabbed a bottle of water and took a seat with her back straight as a board, tense with pain and worry. She could look to the future, but the drain it would cause wasn’t worth it, when she would know the answer of what was the wills continued in less than an half of hour. She sat staring into the mirrored wall. She saw a million reflections of herself within the reflections of her eyes. The part of her that was loving and giving of life and power. She saw herself as the cruel, cruel, capricious god that she that she could be to her creations when they gained her ire. She saw woman, mother, child, sister, maker, and destroyer. She saw millions of different beings she was and always will be. The darkness of her soul almost drowning the light that also made up her being. To many millennia alone, to much pain and mistrust and too much fear to have ever chanced her heart with Fredric, or any other mortal… She blinked and saw the golden silver flacked eyes of her true form… and all she saw ere the mistakes of her past and of a life that was forever lost to her. She closed her eyes a the regrets and took a deep breath. She was startled out of her thoughts when she heard Therese’s voice.
            “Abby, it is so lovely to see you again.” She kissed both of Abby’s cheeks as Abby stood.
            Abby smiled. “Always nice to see you, though I would like better circumstances.”
            “As would we all.” Therese bit her lip as she led them back to her meeting rooms. “Abby… There is one more will I didn’t tell you about…”
            Abby frowned. ‘Who’s?”
            “Jesse’s.”
            Abby stiffened. “We shall listen to his first then.” She stated as she sat in the first row of chairs in the middle.
            “Of course, Abby.” Therese stated.
            The others looked confused at the coldness when this Jesse was mentioned, but they took the seats around Abby. Dean to her right and George to her left. They didn’t know what was to come with the readings of the wills but they had a feeling it would be hard on their angel.
            Abby  closed her eyes to ground herself. She imagined herself on top of the tallest mountain on a planet devoid of life. It was a planet that she had made for herself. She called it Sanctuary. It was the place she centered her mind. She took ten deep breaths and then she opened her eyes back on Earth. “Begin.” She stated.
            “Therese cleared her throat. “Okay.” She took a sip of water before she began.
            Abby didn’t know what he would say, but she knew he had set back her growth to truly trust her precious mortals. Abby closed her eyes and prayed her soul wasn’t about to collide into the darkness in her soul, with no hope of escape. She opened her eyes and waited.
            “This is the last will and testament of Jess Harrison.
                        ‘I, Jesse E. Harrison, being of somewhat sound mind and body do hereby declare this my last will and testament. I revoke all others and am not married, and have no children, living or dead, which have left issues. My instructions are as such, and Therese is my executor.
            I give everything back to Abigail Elyondottir. Abby, I betrayed you, I let Leslie seduce me. I will be dead just days after this making. I know this and now you do. I had my doubts but I made my choices and I shall pay for them. Destroy my soul Abby. Destroy it, because I will become a vengeful spirit. Destroy me. Destroy me and allow me my peaceful oblivion. This concludes my last will and testament. And Abby I am sorry to have caused you such pain.’”
            Abby took a deep breath and searched hers spots, finding Jesse’s soul. His will was right; he was going to become a vengeful spirit. She let a tear slide down her check as she let her magic, her life force flow around the black spot. Though her physical form was on Earth she stood in limbo with Jesse. “Jesse.” She whispered.
            Jesse’s soul looked at her. “I am sorry Abby. But my anger at being played and used will make me into a vengeful spirit. Destroy me.”
            Abby transformed into her true form and pulled out her sword. She looked at him. “I am sorry I failed you.” She whispered. “Forgive me.” She brought the sword down upon his soul.
            Before she made contact. “I forgive you your imagined grievances against me. Forgive me Abby.” And then the sword made contact with his soul and it burst into a billion pieces being absorbed into limbo as Abby fell to her knees and gasped as she was thrown back into her body on Earth. She clutched her chest and sobbed.
            It was a while before Abby gained composer. She smiled her thanks to her group and took a deep breath. “Jesse’s wishes have been fulfilled.”
            Therese nodded. “And everything will be back into your accounts in a few days.”
            Abby nodded. “I am okay. Let’s get on with the next.” Abby was quiet as they waited for the next will readings. She took a breath, as the lawyer started.
            “This is the last will and testament of James Stark.
‘I, James T. Stark, being of sound mind and body do hereby declare that this document is my last will and testament. In executing such document, I hereby declare that:
1. I revoke all wills and codicils that I have previously made.
2. I am not currently married. I have no children now living, nor have I any deceased children who died and left issue.
3. I instruct my executor to distribute my estate the following:
Everything goes to Abigail Elyondottir. Abby, my dear sweet angel, you were very much like the daughter I always wanted and never had, don’t cry for me Abby. I know you have rewarded me in life and death. You came to me to help you protect this Earth, this realm. You asked me for my soul, and I freely gave it. Just as I freely gave my life for the cause. Don’t cry for me Abby. I went out the way I wanted… Fighting by your side. So take these trinkets from my life and gain some joy out of them. Take the money and continue your fight. I will always be with you. After all you created me. And I will see you again. Good-bye Abby.’”
The lawyer, Therese Bunson, looked up. “He made me the executor to make sure you got everything Miss Abby and since I am a lawyer at the law firm you use, everything will be taken care of in the accordance of the will and the law.”
            Abby took some deep breaths. She closed her eyes against the pain that flooded her. She looked at her lawyer. “Okay, let’s go with the next one. She could feel the others move closer to her. Dean and Joseph both had hands on her shoulders and August was hugging her from behind.
            Therese nodded. “This one is a video will.” She moved and pushed play on the DVD player.
A young man came upon the screen. He had red hair and the bluest of eyes. He smiled. “Hidey Ho Abs and replacement or replacements!  I am the ever fabulous Fredric Wayne, and this is my last will and testament. So let’s get some of this boring legal stuff out of the way first!  Therese says I have too, even if it is boring! So here it goes. 
I, Fredric F. Wayne, being of sound mind, oh please do not laugh Abs! I may be crazy but I am sound!  Oh, and body do hereby declare that this document is my last will and testament. In executing such document, I hereby declare that:  1. I revoke all wills and codicils, what the hell type of word is that? Is that really a word… I am being told yes, well, all other wills and codicils that I have previously made. 
2. I am not currently married, sad business that, Abs I really would have tried harder to convince you to marry me if I had thought I had more time. I would have one too. I have no children now living, nor have I any deceased children who died and left issue. 
3. I instruct my executor , the lovely Therese Bunson, to distribute my estate the following: So, as you know I am loaded! Like loaded! Give all that useless to me money to children’s hospitals, you know the ones I like. Just make sure kids are taken care of; don’t need to be hospitals just any programs that has to do with kids. Kids are awesome and think I am the bomb diggity. And yes Abs I know nobody says that anymore but I like the words!” The man in the video laughed. “Okay, umm, sell my house and use that money too. Abs, you know I love ya, keep my ashes in the catacombs. I lived and breathed that place. You changed me Abs. You changed me for the better. You made me a good man and you made me alive. I was going to kill myself before you came into my life. The last ten years has been the most amazing of my life. If I died protecting you or this world then I died happy. Don’t cry too much for me. I know you care about us all. We are your mortal family. So take care Abs. And you newbies, if there are any Jarheads, Squids, Flyboys or Soldiers like me, or even if you are any sort of Protector either in title or heart, you take care of Abs for me. I can’t be there anymore so you take care of our Angel for me.  And take care of each other. You are family now.” He gave a sad smile. “Thank you Abs for giving me a family to live and die for and I will see you again someday.” 
The man in the video clapped his hands. “Okay, enough with the feelings! I have one more bit of business. Therese the wonder lawyer will be handing you a piece of paper…” The man paused as Therese rolled her eyes at the video and gave Abby the paper. “Got it? Good.” The man continued after a moment. “That is my bar tab, sorry Abs, but thanks for taking care of that for me!” He laughed again. “Truly Abs, I love you. Don’t cry too much. And I hope the one who replaces me loves you as much as I did. Signing off of a Fabulous life this was Fredric F. Wayne!” The man clapped and then the video ended.
            Therese looked at them. “I will have everything done as it is said in Fred’s will. Was there anything you needed?”
            “No. But you may want to make appointments with each of my new family members.”
            “Of course Abby. I am sorry for your loss.”  
            Abby nodded. “Thank you Therese.” She stood to leave. She had to get out of there; she wouldn’t break down again in front of them. “Go to a hotel. I will see you tomorrow.” She yelled back to them and popped away to her Sanctuary.

            Abby went to Sanctuary and let all her glamours fall, she transformed into her angelic form. She screamed as she allowed her tears to fall. She watched her tears, the color of aquamarines, all to the ground  and making the ruby colored dirt into mini mud puddles. She screamed in pain. She screamed and cried and for once grieved for not only her family but the love she could have had before passing out and letting the sweet blackness of oblivion take her temporarily.

RANDOM WIP: The Pool Of Lost Souls

Excerpt: The Pool Of Lost Souls

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I literally snorted. “Satan’s Little Chariot of Failed Potential? Seriously? That is what you want to call this monster? It is a bloody three headed dog!”
“But he is darling!” Her sister in law, Hera, stated. “You need him! Between him and the ferry man, they will protect the entrance to your realm!”
            I looked at the large black dog; he had a brown spot over each of his six eyes. “His name will be Cerberus. Not Satan’s Little Chariot of Failed Potential. How in the name of me did you even get that?”
“He doesn’t really listen to Zeus. He said it was failed potential for a castle pet, he really isn’t good with children either.” Hera smiled. “Now be a good sister in law and take him off my hands. And you complain about my name for him.”
“Cerberus is a very good name for him,” I stated.
“It basically means Spot.” Hera deadpanned.
“So?” I was petting the dog under his chin. My precious Persephone would enjoy the puppy. I always loathed these weekly meetings on the Mount, but this time I could bring back not only chocolates and wines but, a puppy as well. That should get my beloved wife to forgive me, for whatever I did. Blasted it all to the underworld but, even as a woman I have no clue what that blasted woman is thinking. I should have been born a male, I swear.
Hera rolled her eyes. “See you next week Hades.”
“The same to you.” I picked up the monster puppy and used my flames to sink back into the underworld.

Running Away From Change

Theme: Running Away From Change

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In a blink life can change. I sit here in contemplation as I stare out the window on this plane. This flight from change. I close my eyes and I see my white picket fence, my happily ever after. The ending of my hard lived fairy tale. I fear the change now. I fear what happened after the happily ever after. I closed my fist around the box I have had in my hand this whole journey. The enclosure that holds a gold band that symbolized the trading of my last name for another. What a trade it was. To shed my past for a future I saw only full of happiness, never imagining the page it would cause as it changed through the life I was living. I have the papers to make the change back to my old name. But instead of facing it, I stared at the blacktop roads for hours running from that change, just to get on a play out of the country to avoid it all. Back to my home, hoping to ignore my failure. I remember the tense feeling of the room when I walked into my bedroom. I had left work early for a doctor’s appointment. I was pregnant. I saw him with her. I spit out three words ‘We are done.’ I walked out. But now I flee from the change. I hold the papers but fear signing them. Fear the change it will bring in my life. Perhaps when I stop running I will be able to face it. But for now I run, to protect my mind as my heart breaks and my soul weeps. For now, I run from change, but I know one day I will have to stop running. But today is not that day.