“Nyahahaha! This year’s Halloween bash shall be most horrifying and awesome!” Michelangelo, perusing a convenience store in all his turtle glory, sniggered. “I just love Halloween. Walking into a store without a trench coat and hat is so freeing.” The orange-banded turtle gleefully filled his shopping cart with candies of many varieties and a few items that will fulfill his tricks for later. Unbeknownst to the young ninja, dark, shadowed figures inched closer to the store, weapons in hand.
Walking up to the counter, Mikey started placing his items on the conveyor belt to be scanned. “Hey, nice turtle costu
Strains of the Mind Epilogue by tmntstyle, literature
Literature
Strains of the Mind Epilogue
Several months later, Leo had his baby -- a girl -- that he and Donnie named Venus. She looked just like Donnie with a more calm attitude like Leo, which they both fell in love with.
Their joy mirrored that of Raph and Mikey as Raph became pregnant with a son they planned to name Hisomi -- Mikey’s favorite Tribunal member. It made each ninja happy to see the spark back in Mikey’s eyes after so long of silence and despair.
Each day was filled with loud, boisterous laughter that mainly came from young Venus and ecstatic Mikey, father to be. Venus loved to watch her parents spar and live their day-to-day lives as she aspired to gro
Strains of the Mind 8 (Final...sort of) by tmntstyle, literature
Literature
Strains of the Mind 8 (Final...sort of)
A week had gone by since the loss and the lair once again fell into silence. No one dared to break the silence for fear of poking the hornet’s nest and re-opening fresh wounds that none wished to mend.
Raph and Mikey remained barred in their bedroom, only leaving for use of the bathroom and bathing. Raph often went out to grab food in order to sustain Mikey as he grew very weak without enough nourishment due to his anemia.
Leo and Donnie spent most of their time either on the couch, in the lab or in the dojo. Donnie fulfilled all of Leo’s wishes so he would not stress over anything which, so far, has not happened and Donnie took
Upon his younger siblings’ entrance, Donnie sprung out of his seat and ushered Raph to lay Mikey on a clean table. He then pushed Leo and Raph out so he could work in peace without eyes on him.
Hours ticked by slowly, as if enjoying the agony it caused the two impatient turtles as they waited anxiously for news.
Raph paced just outside the lab door, straining to hear what was going on but could not discern what the sounds on the other side meant. Sighing at the sight, Leo walked over and placed a hand on Raph’s shoulder.
The red-banded turtle stiffened and turned to his brother with his hand raised but stopped, realizing he was
The next few weeks went by at a slow pace. Each movement and action was made as if walking on egg shells, no one wanting to slip up and make a mess of things. Mikey remained either in bed, on the couch or went to the kitchen so as not to harm the still growing fetus.
Donnie gave him check-ups every other day to check on the baby’s progress and each session ended with a sigh of relief, more on Mikey’s part than Donnie’s. The genius still worried for his little brother as he frequently became ill to the point of vomiting whatever was in his stomach.
Mikey’s weakening immune system was definitely a huge concern for Donn
Upon entering the kitchen, the two older turtles took in a whiff of whatever Mikey was cooking and bolted toward the table to await the good-smelling meal. Everything Mikey made was highly appetizing and filling. If not for their ninja training, they would be overweight.
Leo rubbed his throat then cleared it before speaking. “What’s cooking, Mikey?”
The youngest turned with a cheeky grin. “A little something to thank Raph for...everything.” He gestured to his stomach. “I owe him.”
Donnie stood and went to the coffee maker, glaring toward Leo to cut off his protests. “And what is it, exactly?
**He couldn’t believe his eyes as the little bundle of life was laid in his arm and was squirming to get away. It’s skin was a sickly pale green color and sweat rolled off of it in sheets. Mikey looked at his siblings with pleading eyes.
Please don’t let this happen. Please. I can’t lose my child...please. Those words did not leave his mouth as they were drowned out by the weak cries of the infant he held close to his chest.
“I’m so sorry, bro. So, so sorry.” Donnie’s voice echoed throughout the room but Mikey didn’t pay any attention to that as he witnessed the deterioration of his newb
The pain, piercing perfectly my soul,
Has taken the innocence -- sweet, sweet innocence -- away from me
As I lie awake, pondering the decisions I have made...
I have made those decisions because of you, dear, dear you.
My love, you devoured my life as a serpent devours a mouse
That is ignorant of its fast-approaching demise.
Dear, dear love whom I shared days with,
How great my demise must seem to you.
Time ticks on by and the memories fade
As you continue on without me in your perfect little life.
Since that day, love, I have taken to heart and obeyed
Your request to me that has given me much strife.
Fire explodes out of my soul as my
“Nyahahaha! This year’s Halloween bash shall be most horrifying and awesome!” Michelangelo, perusing a convenience store in all his turtle glory, sniggered. “I just love Halloween. Walking into a store without a trench coat and hat is so freeing.” The orange-banded turtle gleefully filled his shopping cart with candies of many varieties and a few items that will fulfill his tricks for later. Unbeknownst to the young ninja, dark, shadowed figures inched closer to the store, weapons in hand.
Walking up to the counter, Mikey started placing his items on the conveyor belt to be scanned. “Hey, nice turtle costu
Strains of the Mind Epilogue by tmntstyle, literature
Literature
Strains of the Mind Epilogue
Several months later, Leo had his baby -- a girl -- that he and Donnie named Venus. She looked just like Donnie with a more calm attitude like Leo, which they both fell in love with.
Their joy mirrored that of Raph and Mikey as Raph became pregnant with a son they planned to name Hisomi -- Mikey’s favorite Tribunal member. It made each ninja happy to see the spark back in Mikey’s eyes after so long of silence and despair.
Each day was filled with loud, boisterous laughter that mainly came from young Venus and ecstatic Mikey, father to be. Venus loved to watch her parents spar and live their day-to-day lives as she aspired to gro
Strains of the Mind 8 (Final...sort of) by tmntstyle, literature
Literature
Strains of the Mind 8 (Final...sort of)
A week had gone by since the loss and the lair once again fell into silence. No one dared to break the silence for fear of poking the hornet’s nest and re-opening fresh wounds that none wished to mend.
Raph and Mikey remained barred in their bedroom, only leaving for use of the bathroom and bathing. Raph often went out to grab food in order to sustain Mikey as he grew very weak without enough nourishment due to his anemia.
Leo and Donnie spent most of their time either on the couch, in the lab or in the dojo. Donnie fulfilled all of Leo’s wishes so he would not stress over anything which, so far, has not happened and Donnie took
Upon his younger siblings’ entrance, Donnie sprung out of his seat and ushered Raph to lay Mikey on a clean table. He then pushed Leo and Raph out so he could work in peace without eyes on him.
Hours ticked by slowly, as if enjoying the agony it caused the two impatient turtles as they waited anxiously for news.
Raph paced just outside the lab door, straining to hear what was going on but could not discern what the sounds on the other side meant. Sighing at the sight, Leo walked over and placed a hand on Raph’s shoulder.
The red-banded turtle stiffened and turned to his brother with his hand raised but stopped, realizing he was
The next few weeks went by at a slow pace. Each movement and action was made as if walking on egg shells, no one wanting to slip up and make a mess of things. Mikey remained either in bed, on the couch or went to the kitchen so as not to harm the still growing fetus.
Donnie gave him check-ups every other day to check on the baby’s progress and each session ended with a sigh of relief, more on Mikey’s part than Donnie’s. The genius still worried for his little brother as he frequently became ill to the point of vomiting whatever was in his stomach.
Mikey’s weakening immune system was definitely a huge concern for Donn
Upon entering the kitchen, the two older turtles took in a whiff of whatever Mikey was cooking and bolted toward the table to await the good-smelling meal. Everything Mikey made was highly appetizing and filling. If not for their ninja training, they would be overweight.
Leo rubbed his throat then cleared it before speaking. “What’s cooking, Mikey?”
The youngest turned with a cheeky grin. “A little something to thank Raph for...everything.” He gestured to his stomach. “I owe him.”
Donnie stood and went to the coffee maker, glaring toward Leo to cut off his protests. “And what is it, exactly?
**He couldn’t believe his eyes as the little bundle of life was laid in his arm and was squirming to get away. It’s skin was a sickly pale green color and sweat rolled off of it in sheets. Mikey looked at his siblings with pleading eyes.
Please don’t let this happen. Please. I can’t lose my child...please. Those words did not leave his mouth as they were drowned out by the weak cries of the infant he held close to his chest.
“I’m so sorry, bro. So, so sorry.” Donnie’s voice echoed throughout the room but Mikey didn’t pay any attention to that as he witnessed the deterioration of his newb
The pain, piercing perfectly my soul,
Has taken the innocence -- sweet, sweet innocence -- away from me
As I lie awake, pondering the decisions I have made...
I have made those decisions because of you, dear, dear you.
My love, you devoured my life as a serpent devours a mouse
That is ignorant of its fast-approaching demise.
Dear, dear love whom I shared days with,
How great my demise must seem to you.
Time ticks on by and the memories fade
As you continue on without me in your perfect little life.
Since that day, love, I have taken to heart and obeyed
Your request to me that has given me much strife.
Fire explodes out of my soul as my
Funding. Money. Resources.
That’s what it always came down to. For almost two hundred years, John Bishop had fought as hard for the monetary means to keep his primary mission afloat as he did in staving off the looming threat of an alien invasion.
He silently cursed the hours spent in budgetary meetings, in secret finance committee meetings, in glad-handing politicians and kowtowing to whichever President sat in the oval office.
Bishop had lost count of how many tongue-lashings he had endured from people he considered his inferiors, merely because those men and women controlled the p
If T-Cest was possible and the guys having kids was possible, then each parent would be a dad/mom and uncle! So the babies would have two parents and four uncles, two of which are their parents! Mind. Blown.
Carry on.
1: Full name.
Emily..... (No last name for you people, sorry)
2: Zodiac sign
Capricorn
3: 3 fears.
1. The dark
2. Spiders
3. Heights
4: 3 things I love.
1. Jesus
2. Writing
3. Books
5: 4 turn ons.
1. Good sense of humor
2. Sweetness
3. Treat me respectfully
4. Believe what I believe
6: 4 turn offs.
1. Disrespectful (especially toward parents)
2. Atheist
3. Always being negative
4. Can’t take a joke
7: My best friend?
Her name is Valeria
8: Sexual orientation?
I like males
9: My best first date?
Can’t decide (Or remember, it’s been so long since the first)
10: How tall am I?
5’3 1
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