Okay, I'll admit I've wanted a folder here for awhile but I wasn't going to put it up while on baby hiatus. Well, this is my official announcement that if you guys post comments on my stories I will slot them into my efforts to start writing again.
Currently, I have a story no one has commented on nearly finished all the way over in my Livejournal account... http://prophetella.livejournal.com/ so it would be worth it for you to go there! It's a dark little piece that got me interested so completely that I didn't notice when the contest it was been written for was finished. Expect the tmnt-tuesday prompt fics to start again as well. Not writing makes me weepy.
My daughter's debut fic is here (Also a Lonely Bish Sequel) and I have several fics posted there that have not moved past the short quick concept http://tmnt-tuesdays.livejournal.com/124563.html
We are always willing to accept more writers there, too!
Part 41 Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 41 Unexpected Delivery Prequel
As soon as Donatello said he had a signal on April, Leonardo sprang into action. "Donnie, you'll need to stay here to monitor your signals, right?" At Donatello's startled nod, he continued decisively, "Then, stay here and keep Casey calm when the demand call comes in. Maybe even see if you can track that, too. I'll take everyone else with me to help locate April's Shell cell. Any other thoughts?" "Leo, the regular rooftop sweep should give us a better clue as to general location but I have some concerns to discuss while making some coffee." At that, Donatello lead the way to April's kitchen. Raphael turned back to Casey, "See, bud? We'll get 'er back and you guys will be snuggling by nightfall." His eyes misted over slightly at the thought and Casey noticed with a dawning look of shock. Raphael swung away from Casey only to have Casey grab him and swing him back frantically. "You tell me, Raph man! You'll tell me if you think she's dead or-or if she don't want me to be
Part 40 Unexpected Delivery Sequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 40 Unexpected Delivery Sequel
Without doubt, the three other turtles glanced at the steely look in Donatello's eyes and agreed heartily. Rescuing April was an obvious response. They all sprang into action. Michelangelo's first move to drop the sticky towel in the sink before returning to his room for his gear. Raphael moved to the sink and caught up a glass which he filled with water before another estrogen pill. He patted down his obi then headed for the dojo. Leonardo looked down at a soft rattle and raised eyebrows at the final rainbow cuff on Donatello's ankle, "How about I get that for you before we go into the sewers?" Donatello's stiff posture wilted and he blinked down as if noticing the encumbrance for the first time. "Shell! I thought I had that one! Leo..." Donatello turned to find Leonardo already leaning in towards the offending rainbow furred cuff. In the moment it took for Leonardo's nimble fingers to pick the lock, Raphael and Michelangelo returned geared up. Looking at their leader, the
Part 37 Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 37 Unexpected Delivery Prequel
April wasn't exactly thrilled with the state of things but she was satisfied with how they were going. Sergio had a black eye so Billy was driving and the dogs sat on either side of her, properly strapped in. This did not preclude both dogs laying across her legs and leaning into her whenever she twitched. She called out,"Your dogs are making my legs go to sleep!" Sergio spoke up, "Good. Then we will not be mocked when you wobble out of the car, for not leaving a mark on you, and I come out black-eyed squinting. My wife is gonna kill me; family pictures is in twelve days!" April huffed and got a face full of dog tongue. "Ew." Her kidnappers smirked at each other. The car took a sharp turn and everyone but April leaned into it, both dogs propping her upright. As the car straightened out, a voice at her destination continued a hated conversation, "We got the girlfriend on the way here." A gravely voice on the other end casually suggested, "Trade Mz. O'Neil for a turtle and I will pay
Part 34 Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 34 Unexpected Delivery Prequel
Splinter put his tea down as Michelangelo's eyes were locked on the depths of his own tea. "Just as a prisoner who is limited to speech will shout, you were limited in the ways you could punish Donatello. But, why did you use your sexuality against Donatello? I believe it was because you knew he would accept such abuse." Michelangelo's eyes raised high enough to give a questioning look. "I know of Donatello's stranger proclivities. He may not regret your actions but it is enough that you know they are regrettable." Michelangelo spoke up, "If that's enough, Sensei. Why the lecture?" Splinter looked down his nose at Michelangelo, "Now, I am angry on behalf of our family as a king for his people. I am angry you acted out in a way that resulted in sexually assaulting one of your brothers. You can't think this is forgivable again. And I am angry that you were willing to believe we were willing to send you away. Nothing, including this, would make us send you away. Nothing and I wanted
Part 33 Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 33 Unexpected Delivery Prequel
Across the street from April O'Neil lived Jaclyn Meyers (retired teacher) and her equally good husband Albert Meyers ( recently retired from middle management at a paper factory) and they were noticing something odd. Or rather Jaclyn noticed something odd and decided to bring it to her husbands attention. "Albert! There is something odd going on across the street! There's a man continually walking his dog back and forth." Albert replied with minimal effort, "His dog probably is constipated, Jackie! Little things have their stomach go off all the time. Overbreeding, you know!" Jaclyn, being the school gossip, continued to look out her fronts window. "Oh, it's not a little dog, Albert. It's a giant bloodhound. Good lines so you might have something on that overbreeding comment." "Well, thank God they are across the street then. When something that big makes a toilet I don't want to be down wind! And how much longer before you can put the curtains back up? A man likes a certain level
Part 32 Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 32 Unexpected Delivery Prequel
"I think you should get some more cheese out, Leonardo!" April exclaimed as she flipped her fourteenth quesadilla. Her quesadilla sat to the side of the stove until it reached a temperature less than molten. Leonardo looked up from the wedge of cheese he was reducing to slices. Before he could answer, Raphael shouted,"I'll get it. I want another quesadilla with the white crumbly cheese in the black wrapper!" Putting his mostly devoured quesadilla down, he slipped it under the towel serving as the ad hoc tablecloth. Then, Raphael stood and hopped the back of the couch, heading at speed to the storage room. Raphael returned to the kitchen, arms loaded. "All we have left in storage is the generic white and orange and that V stuff Casey brought." Casey looked up from cooking a boneless chicken breast, "You have Velveta? Guys, it makes the ooey gooeyest quesadillas and sandwiches! You gotta try that stuff!" Turning down the chicken, he reached for the ties of his apron only to be stopped
Part 31 Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 31 Unexpected Delivery Prequel
Donatello's voice split the darkness behind Mikey's eyelids, "Here's the reversal serum. In five minutes he'll be able to walk." Michelangelo opened his eyes to see April administer something in a syringe with Don holding down his arm. His eyes closed again but the weighted feeling across his body started to drift away. Soon he's blinking at his ceiling, examining his cuffs idly. While he slept someone had rearranged his cuffs. Rather than being cuffed to chains leading to his bed, his wrists were chained to each other, his feet to each other, the rainbow fur teasing at wrist and ankle. April came back and proffered a glass of water with a straw, "Don't try to talk until you drink some, okay?" He nodded acquiescence, sipping half the water before he nodded at April to take it away. April patted the side of the bed, "Ready to take a walk?" She asked softly. Michelangelo nodded, "I could walk better without the leg shackles but..." Helping him get to the edge of the bed, April gave
Part 30 Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 30 Unexpected Delivery Prequel
Twas daylight topside and all through the Lair, not a turtle moved. They all just snoozed. Three were tucked in Leonardo's futon. Poor Michelangelo was chained in his bed, April and Casey sat watching. Splinter protected the front door, from the couch, with the TV on. It was the fifth hour since Mike was tranqued. And although his eyelids felt like a thousand pounds, open them he did. For a moment, he despaired to find he was chained in bed. Then the light hit the fuzzy rainbow cuff and Michelangelo smiled, thinking, 'They won't let me run away. They still love me!' Thus reassured, he let his heavy eyelids fall fast, tucking the furry cuff next to his cheek, a slight smile upon his lips. April leaned forward in the loveseat Leonardo had pushed into Michelangelo's room. She knew for a fact that he had been obsessed with the loveseat since it had come to the Lair. Michelangelo would be thrilled when he saw it in his room. If he'd just wake up! But, what she said was, "Did Mikey just
Part 29 A,C,E Unexpected Delivery Prequel by Prophetella, literature
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Part 29 A,C,E Unexpected Delivery Prequel
By the time Raphael and Donatello reached the latter's lab, Raphael led the way. Eyes sharp, Raphael saw the signs of a struggle and picked up a few papers full of Donatello's notes from the floor. "Wow. Mikey really slammed you around, huh?" He picked up a pen holder he knew stayed far back on the desk. Putting it back in it's place, Raphael felt the old rage rise up. Useless. Dark. Cold. Raphael turned to Donatello who was rolling a broken bit of bric-a-brac in his hand. Stepping up to Donatello, he gently grabbed the purple mask tails tightening his fist over them, then leaned in to kiss Donatello. The kiss was a little awkward at first then sloppy as Donatello returned it with enthusiasm. Finally came the little pecks at the end and Raphael felt the rage warm and melt away. "Thank you." Raphael said. Donatello gave a gentle smile, "No, thank you. I was worried. That - that was a good start. Better than I expected." "Tell me what happened here, Donnie." Raphael tried to keep