The Final Lullaby Tour Prologue

The Final Lullaby Tour Prologue
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Copyright Katherine Rochholz

Prologue: Birth October 13th, 1962
            There is an old superstition that floats around the lands: When there is a ring around the moon something wicked this way comes. Upon the night that Doyle Azrael Sullivan was born the ring was blood red and so pronounced the science community would talk about it for years after the fact. It would even be brought up in a trail of a century almost sixty years later. For upon that night the media would claim a demon from hell was born, after all he shared a name with the falling angel of destruction, though the name meant ‘help from God’ once upon a time.
            But that would be far into the future; for now Doyle is just starting out upon his path in life, never knowing exactly how he will live up to his name: Dark Angel Of Destruction, a name that would be a title of a book far into the future.
            For now upon that cold October night in 1962, shivers went down the backs doctors and nurses, that had nothing to do with the weather, when they looked upon the silent newborn that had been born with a tuff of black hair and amber eyes, the copper color around the pupil as red as the ring around the moon that night. A shiver that was a forewarning of the red that would flow in his wake.

 

Honest To God Realistic Writing/Publishing Schedule

They are all basically final drafts and edits going on this year.
July: Elemental Mazes/ 1st draft of Sister Death/To Bring An End
         Short Story The Final Lullaby Tour
August: Finalizing Elemental Mazes for publishing.
September: Praying Final Draft
          Existence Short Story Final draft
October: Monster University II (1 short story a day for 31 days plus 3 bonus)
November: The Keepers Untitled Sequel
December: Plotting 2019 (Mostly the last 3 Katy Lily books).



Choosing Between 2 Titles

In am conflicted between 2 titles of my Camp NaNoWriMo Novel.

Sister Death

And

Endask Til: To Bring An End?

Basic Plot:
I have walked alongside the River Styx and longed to cross, cross to find oblivion or peace, even pain, anything to end this immortal boredom. When my sisters became the Norse deities Future, Fate, and Present I was forced to become Sister Death. I call Gjöll the River Styx to piss of the other Norse deities. After all I am the Sister Death. Sister to the Fates, To Life. While Freya is worshiped, the Fates known as Skuld, Uror, and Veroandi, are revered and respected. People forget that they gave me a power all of my own. Even Hel forgets that she is not the Queen of the Dead. I am the judge of the dead, the true Queen, I choose where the souls of all of the nine realms go. From Asgard to Midgard. They just call me Sister Death. But I once had a name. Though even I am forgetful of it sometimes. Nowadays I just answer to Death. And even through all my manipulations I gain more and more power… power I never wanted, never desired, and for sure never asked for. I tried many things to destroy myself. And I shall at least destroy those who have cursed me to become Sister Death…

Update 07/09/18

Found a slight plot hole in Elemental Mazes. Closing up and creating the final draft now. I have pushed the publishing date to late summer/early fall 2018. Until then stay tuned for short stories and Microfiction stories! Right here on this website and on my Facebook page! Thanks for supporting me!

Working on a new short story/novelette now! Will be posting in a few weeks!

Dirty Secret A Micro Fiction Story

Dirty Secret
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There he goes, not even noticing how I look at him. He doesn’t notice the look in my eye. He doesn’t see that he owns my heart and soul. He doesn’t know how much I need him.
It is wrong I know.  But I can’t help but love him. I try to stay away. I try to remember he isn’t mine. I try. I try so hard.
Sometimes I slip. 
But only when I am drunk, which is often, as I love him so.
I love him.  How could I not?
It really is a sight to behold, that man. 
But I am nothing but a dirty secret, for when he has had too much to drink, when the job gets to tough, and when he just needs someone other than his wife. He comes seeking a comfort only I can give.
But then he leaves again; the clock mocks me as it flashes two in the morning.  Four hours.  For four hours he was mine.
And now he will go back to her.  His love.  His soul.  The one that doesn’t have to be the dirty little secret.  The one that gets to tell the world he is hers. The one that gets to tell the world that he belongs to her. That the world knows has his heart. Even if I have his body for hours at a time.
I get up and look in my cabinet.  The gun he gave me is there. For my protection, he had told me. He had a lot of enemies.
The pills the doctor gave me are there. For my depression. My anxiety. My seizures. All there.
I am sick of being someone’s dirty little secret.  I look at them, but I slide down to the floor and sigh.
I don’t know how long I am there.  But suddenly I hear my door open; only he can get in to my apartment.  I wait for something, but nothing is coming.  I hear the bathroom door open.  He is standing there above me.  He has a gun.  I look up at him.
            “You can’t be my dirty little secret anymore.”  He pointed the gun at me and shot twice, into my chest.
            As I lay there, the pain of the bullets in my chest, I was gasping for air.
I hear another shot; he had turned the gun upoin himself and shot himself in the head.
I struggle to get up.  I make my way to the phone… I dial emergency services. “He killed himself…”  I gasped out, and then my world went black…
I was no longer his dirty little secret.
           

Nine Years A Poem For Father’s Day

Nine Years 
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Nine Years
That is all that is going through my head 
Nine Years this August
Nine Years
Nine years without you
Nine years going through stages to try to reach one final stage
Nine years of denial 
Nine faces in a crowd where I do a double take; but it isn’t you
Nine years of hate
Nine different people I hate, you, god, doctors, nurses, your old boss, 3 of your co workers, me…
Nine years of dreams
Nine different dreams cycle, all with you alive and nine different prayers begging it to be real
Nine years of nothing but Darkness
Nine different ways of tying to end the darkness that has invaded my soul 
Nine years of trying not to cry at your title 
Nine years trying to accept you are gone and I won’t hear your voice, and you won’t hear me say ‘Dad…’
Nine years
That is all that is going though my head 

Character Profile Praying: Lavina Celena Tiburtinus

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Character Profile Praying: Lavina Celena Tiburtinus

Lavina Celena Tiburtinus: 18 years old, 5’7″, 115 pounds, she is thin, but athletic, when not at one of her events she is running. She has blue, very light blue, and one of 3 that did not get a violet underlay in the eye color; however, her eye color can seem almost white blue when angry. Both these colors are recessive genes that all the kids inherited either one or the other; along with the rare blonde hair of their bloodlines. Her face is heart-shaped. Twin of Leo. 4th child. Common nicknames is Vina and La. Senior in high school but like all her siblings taking college classes. JROTC, plans on joining the Army right out of high school. Majoring in Criminal Justice and Behavioral Psychology. After the Army and getting her PH. D plans on joining the FBI Academy and hopes to one day to be an agent in the BAU. Homecoming Queen, popular, softball, volleyball, cheer-leading, choir. She still likes her trendy casual style of dress. She knows she looks good and doesn’t force it. Natural make-up versus the fact her older sister only uses a bit of lotion and lip gloss. Not currently dating. Like her family she is Catholic but mostly considered lapse as she is waiting for the church to realize the world has changed. Closet bi-sexual; but still finds herself mostly attracted to men. Upon her parents death she lives with her siblings, but will soon be leaving Riverside; she shall be joining the ARMY.
She always wears a Ruby jewelry set (necklace, earrings, ring and bracelet), She got it for her sweet 16, it was her maternal grandmother’s.
Upon her 18th birthday Lysandra took her to get her first tattoo, it is a detailed custom designed cross, with there last name Tiburtinus in script on the back of her neck.
She is a typical 18 year old teenager, she parties on the weekends, and studies during the week.
She tends to ignore her one trait that Tiburtinus women dream of their spouse, she keeps dreaming of a blue eyed man. The pain in his eyes so much that they die, the color dies and then she sees him killed. She ignores this as she doesn’t want to know why she would dream of this man’s death.
She always hums, sings to the radio, and twirls her hair around her fingers when she is lying. She only gestures with her hands if she is super excited about something. Her tone of voice is generally sweet with a Midwest accent. She has a relaxed way of talking, she is a big fan of slang. Her hair is generally kept long, it has a slight natural curl. She, however, had decided recently that after seeing Lysandra’s new cut she should get a pixie cut before joining the Army upon Graduation.

Weight Loss

Generally I write about my books on my site, but I should write a bit about me you would think? I am working on losing weight and setting myself on a 5 year goal to be where I want to be by the time I am 40. A degree, a healthy weight, happy. Follow me on my journey. I will generally post to twitter or facebook.

Praying Character Profile: Captain Lysandra Tia Tiburtinus

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Praying

For Lysandra, Lander, Leo, Lavina, Lucius and Lucian, it felt like their world stopped. Their parents had been killed in a car accident. To them time stood still. The world stopped and their lives were never going to be the same. Suddenly Lysandra was turning down her acceptance to Yale. She was making sure Lander completed college and Leo, Lavina, Lucius and Lucian all went to college. They never imaged that their world would be tilted on its axis as they end up in a messed up future/ alternate dimension. All they had wished was that their parents were still alive so they could continue their pre-made plans. But as the saying goes… Be Careful What You Wish For.

CHARACTER PROFILE:

Captain Lysandra Tia Tiburtinus: 25 years old, Eldest child. Progeny, took college classes while going to high school, as wanted a normal teenage experience. Bachelor’s degree at 18. Master’s at 19 (University of Iowa). Joined the Army as was JROTC/ROTC through high school/college. Did 4 years and joined Reserves. Went back got Ph. D at 25. Ph. D (University of Chicago) in Linguistics and Behavioral and Childhood Psychology. Speaks: Russian, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, French, German, Spanish, English, Sign Language. Was just accepted into Yale Law. Plans to become a Family Lawyer. In high school was the cheerleader, Prom Queen, popular, dated the quarterback/ Prom King /popular boy/ Frat king, was part of Delta Alpha Theta sorority. Recently broke up with Brian. Tattoos Army Emblem on left bicep. Motto: This We’ll Defend on back of her neck and a Rosary that goes down her right forearm and around her wrist and hand. 5′ 8″ 135lbs sun kissed tanned skin, blonde hair (shorty pixie like cut, shaved almost on one side. Asymmetrical. Blue/violet eyes. Has habit of drumming her fingers, one two three slight pause four, one two three slight pause four. Style is casual: jeans and t-shirts, chucks or boots. Always wearing an Opal cross necklace she inherited from her grandmother. Was daddy’s princess didn’t get along with her mom really well, but would go to her for advice. Speech is fast, to slow, sultry, sexy, comes off average to pretentious depending on the situation. Generally is cool and confident wears a mask of indifference when not around her family. Insomniac, hobbies are baking, biking, she wakes no later than five, most of the times up by four in the morning, bed at midnight. When in public instead of socializing unless needed she watches people, reads their body language, she can deduce most things about people, as can her siblings as they were taught to read people. She had the All American Apple Pie life up until her parents’ death. She can be a bit of a snob and arrogant. She is loyal and honorable but doesn’t like to show her emotions and keeps most people at arm’s length. She comes off as a narcissistic. She seems self-involved when she puts up her mask, but is compassionate and caring. Her political views are middle ground, registered Democrat when she was 17 and half. Her biggest flaw is her attitude.