BreatheBreatheBreathe3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The rain made him shiver. It soaked through his broken body, cold and uncaring. Each cold drop was a glacial pang of pain, like the stab of a dagger of ice frozen from a poisoned well.
It was so cold, how could it be this cold? Violent shivers racked his body, sapping away the little strength he had left, leaving him as cold and empty as a grave.
There was a pain in his chest, leaving him breathless. Just breathe, breathe...can't breathe...can't...breathe...
Cruel hands grabbed at him, bruising his skin, cold and calloused. Boots kicked him in the side, at his exposed head, anywhere they could. He whimpered as the pain flared in his ribs, sharp and hot. His body trembled as he drew his knees up to his chest, his arms coming up to cover his head in a feeble attempt.
A face tempered like steel, looming above him.
The pain, the pain wouldn't go away. It was biting into him, engulphing him s
100 Themes Challenge - 031 -No Way OutSplinter watched his sons through the open doorway to his private quarters. Uncertainty and apprehension whirred around in his brain like a relentless ache.100 Themes Challenge - 031 -No Way Out2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Six years old. They were only six; only three years since toddler years and little more than half of a decade old. Could he really leave the little fellows alone? After all, he remembered the first time he had been trusted to stay home by himself, he had been no younger than thirteen, a teenager. But four six-year-old boys, alone in their secret home, their secret existence for two, even three hours, while he strayed miles away, uncertain that he would even return for them? Why was he even considering such an absurdity?
Michelangelo zipped past the doorway, his orange blanket tied around his neck and flowing behind him as a cape.
That was why. He had always relied on a good two-hour nap time as his golden opportunity to leave their lair and scavenge supplies for their daily needs, but as their years expanded, t
TMNT- Unexpected Mother - Part 1TMNT- Unexpected Mother - Part 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
TMNT - Unexpected Mother-Part 1
(TMNT Based more on 2003 version) April is 24 and the turtles are 19.
The lair laid in silence, cold and damp in the early morning.
April promising to show up, to see what Donnie wanted to show her, she rushed across the lair towards the lab doors.
Shivering, she held her sweater tighter against herself, she knew that the turtles were resilient towards the cold, odd as it was; this was a bit too chilly.
Reaching the door, within she could hear the chattering of the guys talking and laughing, by the sounds of it, all of them were up, which was unusual for Raph and Mikey, for April knew all to well they weren’t the early risers.
Turning the handle she opened the door, there inside all the lights were on, blinding a bit at first, considering the rest of the lair was dark, she blinked, letting her eyes adjust.
Warm HoneyWarm honeyWarm Honey3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Yeah, that's it
That's what they remind me of .
Raphael's eyes remind me of warm honey -- the kind that Sensei sometimes adds to his tea.
They look like honey but they burn like fire.
Every time he looks at me I can feel myself melt
..oh my god!
I can't believe I just thought that! I sound like one of those ditzy love-stuck teenage girls from Master Splinter's soap operas!
When the hell did I turn into such a sissy?
Or better yet, when the hell did I start caring about the color of Raph's eyes?
It's just that they're so hypnotic
I bet that if I stared into them for too long, I'd forget all my problems and bend to his every will.
Good god, I hope he never realizes how much power his golden irises harbor. His ego is big enough as it is.
Then again, maybe he already knows. That would explain the cocky grin of his. And as much as I'd like to wipe that stupid smirk off his face I also want it to stay because when he smiles those h
Second Chance - Chapter 1 - New BeginningHamato Yoshi looked over his new furry form; his pink hands, pink feet, a muzzle that stuck out on his face, and most disturbing to him: a long, pink tail.Second Chance - Chapter 1 - New Beginning3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A rat. Why a rat? How? He had thought the idea of mutation on that level to be a fictitious concept. The idea of a human and an animal merging DNA was absurd.
He looked at the sky; the sun was setting. Thank God for short winter daylight. The night, the shadows, would buy him time to figure out what to do. Surely he couldn't go about his everyday life in the form of a man/rat hybrid.
“Waaah!” his racing thoughts were disrupted by a distressed baby's wail.
He looked around frantically. A baby in an alley? That could never be a good thing. His first thought was to check the dumpster.
“Waaah!” The cry rang out again and he found the source before he could even make it to the dumpster. Lying at his feet was a crying human-like turtle. The mutant infant was stuck on his shell. Splinter knelt down and took the litt
Feel Ch. 2Mikey was awake! The relief that had swept through the lair was palpable, as the clear blue eyes of their youngest family member fluttered open.Feel Ch. 21 year ago in Drama More Like This
Master Splinter’s shoulders sagged in relief as he gently caressed Mikey’s cheek; unshed tears shining in his eyes. Don and Leo moved close to the side of Mikey’s bed. Each gently held their brother’s hand, their faces twin masks of joy. Mikey weakly smiled up at them, but his eyes searched for the one face he wanted to see most. Where was Raph?
When Mikey had awoken, he was sure he had seen the tear-streaked face of Raphael hovering over his own, but after blinking his way into awareness, the hothead was nowhere to be seen. Mikey tried not to let the hurt show on his face. But the red-banded turtle’s absence stung.
Unbeknownst to Mikey, his awakening had in fact wrenched a great cry of joy from Raphael. As he watched his youngest brother return to consciousness, his heart clenched, realizing that his face was pro
100 Themes Challenge - 010 -SilenceSilence100 Themes Challenge - 010 -Silence3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Ow, Raphie! Waaah!”
Splinter's peaceful meditation session was shattered by the sound of a screaming Michelangelo.
He sighed and began the countdown. “three...two...one...”
Michelangelo burst through the dojo's entrance, sobbing and holding onto his arm.
“What happened, Michelangelo?”
“Raphie...” He began, but stopped to catch a breath. “R-raphie...he h-hit me...”
Raph burst through the entrance. “He's lying!”
“N-nuh-uh! Daddy h-he hit me!”
“Boys, enough!” Splinter's voice rose as he came to his feet. “Now, one at a time. Michelangelo, what happened?”
Mikey sniffled. “W-we were pl-laying Go Fish with th-the cards a-and...a-and I...”
“...and Mikey wouldn't stop spitting on me and Raph every time someone said 'Go Fish'!” Donnie barged in and added.
“Donatello,” Splinter scolded, “I was asking Michelangel
TMNT - Unexpected Mother-Part 13TMNT - Unexpected Mother-Part 131 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
TMNT - Unexpected Mother-Part 13
(TMNT Based more on 2003 version) April is 29.
April giggled with a wide smile, holding onto Leo as he splashed her, while Raph was on top of her shell trying to protect her from Leo’s attack.
“I will save you, princess from the evil dragon!” Raph announced eyeing Leo, who in turn stopped what he was doing, crossing his arms.
“Wait, why do I have to be the dragon! I want to be the knight Raphie! I’m always the bad guy,” Leo pouted looking at April for support.
Feeling like she was between a rock and a hard place, April smiled, wondering how did she get in the middle of this one, all the while Leatherhead just smiled with a grin.
He was enjoying this, he was happy to have his family back and April home.
Sighing, April still getting use to have her children being around her, considering it's only been
SleepRating: GSleep9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: He just wanted sleep, but of course he couldn’t until everything was put away.
Everything had its place.
His reading light was exactly 3 inches from the left edge of his desk which was 2 1/2 inches from the soup can holding his various pens and pencils. An inch from that was his calculator.
It was slightly out of place. He reached his hand out and moved it a few millimeters so it was exactly where it should be. He let a small smile break out on his face until his eyes drifted down.
In front of his meticulous organization was a messy pile of papers, notepads and various blueprints that he’d jotted down when a new idea wouldn’t leave his mind.
Donnie looked at his bed. After nearly 50 hours of being awake he was ready to collapse and go to sleep.
He took a few steps toward his bed but stopped when his knees brushed the covers.
He glanced at his desk again and let out a heavy breath. He just couldn
TMNT: How it Never was Again (SAINW) CH. 2Donatello peered over the Triceraton energy blaster. The weapon was formidable, but for what Don had in mind, he needed a lot more firepower. He turned again to his notes. If his calculations were correct this would work. If they weren’t…TMNT: How it Never was Again (SAINW) CH. 21 year ago in Drama More Like This
“I can’t back away from this now. I’ve come too far.”
Don picked up the tongs from the table and moved towards the glowing Y’Lyntian Moon crystal nestled in its case. It had taken him months to find one big enough to fit the modifications he had made to the Triceraton blaster.
Slowly, carefully, Donnie lifted the crystal and walked back over to the blaster. The slot for the crystal was ready. All that was left to do was put it in. Inch by inch Donatello lowered the crystal until it was just barely above the slot.
“Here goes nothing.”
Holding his breath, Donatello released the crystal, and was blown back by the massive explosion.
Raph had been watching TV when the blast rocked the lair
RITSL 7RITSL 72 years ago in Settings More Like This
Red In The Silver Lining
[RITSL]: Part 7
Raphael tried not grimace at the bloody mess that was Donatello's right arm. Fingers trembling, he reached for his mask tied securely around his sibling's limb and began to pull the knot apart as gently as possible. His hands jerked back when a sudden noise of discomfort escaped the wounded turtle. Biting his lip, Raph gave his older brother an apologetic look.
"S-sorry," he sputtered.
"It's okay. I'm fine," Donnie responded quietly from atop the infirmary's examination table. Eyes downcast, he refused to meet his new leader's gaze. "You can keep going."
With a quick nod of his head, Raph resumed his grisly task. The saturated fabric clung to the scientist's flesh, stuck by the blood that had already dried into a thick crust. Tugging hard, Raph managed to peel away his ruined mask. He tossed it aside and instead picked up a clean towel which he then dipped into a metal pan filled with hot, soapy water. Wringing out the excess liquid, he gripped
RITSL 4RITSL 43 years ago in Settings More Like This
Red In The Silver Lining
[RITSL]: Part 4
The colorful pages of a comic book lay open to the ceiling. Each action-packed panel waited patiently to be read, but all would be disappointed. Not quite ten minutes ago, the comic had been specifically chosen from a dusty bookshelf for the intention of providing entertainment. Unfortunately, the plot line had failed to draw the reader in and after a few aggressive page flips the book had been cast aside, smacking against the wall before falling cover side down to the floor. Normally, Michelangelo would never abuse his precious comics in such a manner and yet today he couldn't care less.
The youngest terrapin sighed loudly. He was stretched out on his bed, feet dangling over the edge as he lay on his stomach, face down in the pillow. A vague description of his mood could be summarized in a single word: bored. That's what Mikey's family would say he was if they knew he had no interest in his comics. Well, they would have said that a month ago wh
Play part 2Play part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Master Splinter discovered the space that would become their lair after exploring what had turned out to be a dead end in the sewer tunnel system.
Turning to go back to the main section of tunnel, he noticed a thin seam in the brick work covering an opening in the wall. Located on the right hand side of the tunnel, it was almost completely hidden, but something about it pulled at him.
His sons watched as their Father set the edge of his hand on the seam and ran his hand from top to bottom. Then Master Splinter lifted his head and scented the air before turning to look at his children.
"Stand back over there," Master Splinter said, pointing to the wall on the other side of the tunnel.
"What did you find Father?" Tiny Donatello asked; his curious nature now in overdrive.
"We will know in a moment," Master Splinter answered and waited for his sons to do as they were told.
When he saw that they were all safely pressed against the far wall, he turned back to the bricks. H
Feel Ch. 6Raphael’s shoulders slumped as he followed Master Splinter past the thin shoji doors. Had his father heard him yell at his brothers about Mikey? Was he in for another verbal lashing about his anger? He was just so tired. He really didn’t have the energy to go ten rounds with his master about...Feel Ch. 611 months ago in Drama More Like This
“Please my son,” Splinter said, motioning to a low table. “Sit.”
Raph blinked. Normally when he was in for a lecture he was kneeling, head bowed, fists clenched. Awkwardly, he made his way to the table, and sat on a thin cushion, watching as his master turned to a small teapot on a hotplate. Unsure what to do, he fiddled with the sai in his belt, a nervous habit he’d had for years.
Splinter’s ears picked up the faint ‘ting’ of the metal brushing against Raphael’s skin and sighed to himself. He had to admit, he did not often share moments with his hothead son that didn’t include a severe scolding. This conversation wou
DistractionsDisclaimer: I do not own the turtles (sadly) Little Mikey is the idea of Culinary-AlchemistDistractions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Mikey is supposed to be learning but is a little bored
Note: This little bunny bit me last night and wouldn't leave me alone
Blue eyes looked up from the piece of paper and quickly glanced about the room. His father and brothers were in the dojo practicing but since Mikey was only six his training was limited. Currently he was meant to be focusing on the equations on the paper but neither he nor his brain was interested in them.
His constantly curious gaze settled briefly on the dojo door wondering when he was going to be big and strong like his three older brothers, before they aimlessly drifted around the lair. In his mind scenes of the Batman cartoon he and Leonardo had watched together filtered through and he immediately snatched at them.
His school work forgotten Mikey dropped out of his chair and gazed cautiously around the lair. He rolled across the floor before coming
TMNT: From the LeaderA/N: From Leo's POV. I tried hard to get is personality. This is supposed to be him being honest with himself about things....yeah.... I will be doing the other as well.TMNT: From the Leader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Growing up I never thought what it really mean to be the oldest of my brothers. When I was very young it was a badge of honor, now it’s more like a burden. Not that I am complaining. It is just that now I have to not only keep myself alive, but my brothers as well. Now more than ever our life is getting tough. We have the added pressure of Shredder, the Kraang, and the Purple Dragons. Everyday is interesting with my brothers. I have to keep them all inline. Each one has their personality.
Raphael is a hothead, Donatello is a brainiac, and Michelangelo is a joker. While we all are family, we are like outcasts.
So as the leader of our little clan it’s my job to well, to lead.
Donatello, is by far the easiest brother to lead. He listens to me and understand what needs to be done. He is an expert with comp
Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 5Feel better Mikey, <3 AprilLove, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mikey gawked at the message written in bright red Sharpie on his cast.
“Whoa. This is what you wanted to show me? I love it!”
April capped the Sharpie and set it back on the counter.
“Yup. Friends do this all the time when one of them gets hurt,” she explained. “It's a nice gesture to let them know that you care.”
Mikey was delighted. This girl from outside of his family cared so much for him. No familial obligations bound her to him and yet she somehow showed her care for him without modesty.
“Well I feel better already!”
“Mmm, something smells delicious,” Leo drew both of their attention upon entering the kitchen. “What did you guys make?”
“Pizza casserole! April showed me how.”
“Pizza casserole?” Splinter said. “That is new. Is it ready?”
Mikey went to the upper cabinet to fetch a stack of plates.
“Uh-huh. I'll get everyone's plates
The Musings of April O'NeilThe Musings of April O'Neil3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Summary: Whilst in the bookstore, April comes across a rather interesting book, a book about turtles...against her better judgment she buys the book, and learns more about turtles, and the guys, than she ever wanted to...
Disclaimer: Don't own sadly. If I did, you'd know about it
It all started when I went to the little bookstore on 5th and Main. It was one of those days, one of those days being that the sky was grey, the temperature was quickly dropping to below freezing, and it would just not stop raining. After raiding through my DVD collection and leafing through my meagre shelf of books
Not A Morning TurtleThe alarm clock beeped loudly from the rickety wooden nightstand. Its face revealed in red digital numbers that the time was now thirty minutes past six in the morning. A three-fingered hand groped blindly for the offending device and slammed down mercilessly when contact was made. The noise ceased immediately. Quickly, the olive colored appendage retreated to its shelter beneath purple sheets.Not A Morning Turtle4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Five minutes later, the alarm sounded again. The pile of blankets stirred and the hand appeared again. Its second attempt to enforce silence was completed with one swipe that knocked the clock to the floor, shattering it into pieces. Realizing what he had just done, Donatello groaned and poked his head out from beneath the covers. Through bleary eyes he examined the mess. He had not intended to kill the dang thing. Now he would have to add that to his fix-it list. Grumbling, the genius buried his face in his pillow and wondered what it would be like to stay in bed all day. His logical
Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 3Deep green eyes stared at Splinter with shame and anticipation. Splinter dared not meet the boy's gaze, for he knew if he did, his decision would instantly be swayed and he would be risking the proper punishment not being delivered. His family may remain in jeopardy.Love, Your Baby's Boy - Chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He sighed. “I fear you may be right.” He rose to his feet. “Wait for me in my quarters. I will be there in a moment.”
Raph's gaze went to the floor. “Hai, Sensei.”
Donatello sat beside a lightly dozing Michelangelo. They were now in Mikey's room, since Mikey was already tired. Donnie and Leo had agreed that it would be best if Mikey was comfortable for the worst part that was yet to come.
Donnie moved the icepack and examined the broken arm for the umpteenth time. Some of the swelling had temporarily gone down, which meant the part that he was dreading, setting the bone, was going to need to be done soon.
Leo sat at the foot of Mikey's bed, watching his youngest brother sleep
100 Themes Challenge - 024 -TeamworkMichelangelo eagerly hopped up and down in his chair. “Daddy, daddy! Come on, I’m hungry!”100 Themes Challenge - 024 -Teamwork2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Patience Michelangelo, we must wait for Leonardo and Raphael,” Splinter said as he set five plates of worms and algae on the table.
“We’re here, daddy,” Raph said as he and Leo entered the kitchen and leaped into their chairs.
“Sorry we took so long,” Leo said. “We were practicing a kata.”
“That is quite alright, my sons.”
“So can we eat now?” Mikey asked.
Splinter nodded. “Yes, you may eat now.”
Mikey did a silent cheer before practically burying his face in his plate.
“Slow down, Michelangelo,” Splinter ordered. “You could choke.”
“Hai, Sensei,” he said with a mouthful.
“Now pardon me, my sons. I must use the restroom.”
“Okay, daddy,” Leo said as the others nodded.
“By the way, has anybody seen my crayons?” Mikey spo
100 Themes Challenge - 005 -HeavenHeaven100 Themes Challenge - 005 -Heaven3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: From watching the show I am sure that Splinter is Buddhist, but since Buddhists believe in reincarnation rather than an afterlife (and since it also just so happens to be Easter today) I've decided to make him Christian for this. This is just to clear it up that yes, I do understand that Splinter would not likely be a Christian man if he were real.
Splinter sat Indian-style in his dojo, his four sons in a circle around him, calmly waiting for the day's lesson to begin. He looked around to each of them; they all sat wide-eyed, watching him expectantly
Donatello, unable to contain his excitement for new knowledge any longer, finally spoke up. “So, what are we going to learn today, Sensei?”
Splinter smiled at him. “Today we are going to learn about families and relationships,” he said. “We will be learning about mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters and such.”
Mikey raised his hand.
“What's a 'such'? Do w
Second Chance - Chapter 5 - OneSplinter sat on the toilet with his oldest son sitting on the floor in front of him watching. Once done, he cleaned himself, stood up, and flushed and then turned to Leonardo with an encouraging smile.Second Chance - Chapter 5 - One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“That does not look to hard, does it? Do you wish to try?”
Leo stood up and eagerly waddled to the toilet.
Splinter chuckled. “Very well, then.” He lifted him and set him on the toilet, making certain that he was secure so his tiny bottom wouldn't get swallowed by the big bowl. “Hold on to the sides now, so you do not fall in.”
Leo obeyed and Splinter knelt down in front of him.
“Now that you're up there, you may just go whenever you're ready,” he said.
Leo's little face looked concentrated for a moment, and then transformed to one of pride as the sound of dribbling could be heard echoing inside the bowl.
Splinter smiled from ear to ear. “Well, look at you, Leonardo, using the potty like a big boy.”
“'ike daddy,” Leo
The GameHard. Fast. Left. Right.The Game4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Harder. Faster. Left. Right.
So went Raphael's routine as he battered his punching bag.
The reason for the merciless beating?
He was mad at Leo. Absolutely furious and taking it on the sand-filled canvas cylinder suspended from the ceiling of his bedroom. His breaths were short and quick. Sweat droplets ran down his entire body, making his emerald colored skin glisten. It enhanced his solid muscles while they expanded and contracted alternatively as he moved about. Teeth grit and eyes narrowed, the sai-wielder rammed his large fists into the bag over and over again.
Hard. Fast. Left. Right.
It had everything to do with weapons practice this morning. After the routine warm-up, Splinter had the four of them engage in a sparring match. No teams. No pairs. A free-for-all: one against the other three, which was how Raph preferred it. He liked the challenge of facing multiple opponents, figuring out their weak spots and then using that knowle