A pumpkin grew; I called it mine.
Chapter 4
The first time there wasn't much for Donnie to eat. He had a hard time with accessing his meal. Leo cracked open the rib cage for him. There was a strange hollow pocket where the heart had laid. Leo had to pull the lukewarm organ up to give him access. It was here that Donnie could lick, even inside the heart was a few drops of nutrients.
Clean up for the first time was rather difficult but it was worth it. Already Donnie's breathing wasn't nearly as ragged.
The second time Leo had gently picked up Donatello. His shell gave under his hands and he nearly dropped his frail brother. His pal
It sprouted roots and a big, long vine.
chapter 3
Day 1
April got the books I wanted. We are at her place starting our research but with most of the books in the actual Hungarian language we're at a poor start.
Day 5
I have progressed in my language studies. I haven't slept in three days once again. I have to perfect this language. All the books in English and some translated into French April is reading. I left her specific instructions to leave nothing out of the reports she is writing up for me. As for my own, I have yet to start. I'm dedicating all my time to learn this complicated language. The only other language with simil
"Don?" Leonardo sat next to his brother. It had been a year since Donnie had tried to stop cutting himself. He had done very well. Whenever he was sad he would tell someone and they would put everything down to aid him even if it was just listening to him about his inventions. But something was going on recently. Donnie wasn't talking as much. He barely left his lab. He stopped looking people in the eye and now he's pretty much stopped eating.
"Don." He put every bit of encouragement in his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Don pulled a sniffle through his nose, evidence he was very upset.
"I know something's wrong. You've eate
Giving up
Goth Rock short story
Raph pulled at his lip ring with his teeth and tongue. He didn't know what to do. It was hard to do this, harder than anything else in his life. Giving up seemed to be the sure fire way of gaining himself a comfortable emotion. The dark pain where nothing mattered. But it struggled. Something pushed against him so hard that it was hard to ignore. He wanted to be with Mikey.
He gripped the pole of the bus and kept his hood pulled fully over his head to hide his face. He looked down at his black converse shoes that Donnie had mustered up somehow when they first moved to their new home. It was a broken
Candy Land
Swedish Fish
chapter 5
"Your daughters are very sweet young ladies," Splinter said as he carefully poured some tea for Mama Satomi.
The dancing mouse smiled despite the sweat that was still beaded on her brow. Her long white hair slipped down her back and pooled around her hips where she sat in her futon. Splinter put down his small tea pot and reached over, he carefully dabbed a handkerchief over her brow. She coughed thickly, Splinter rubbing her back as she did.
"Forgive me." Her accent a thicker Japanese than his own.
"It is quite alright. You are recovering quite well considering all."
She smiled at him once more,
To Eat
Those eyes.
Enchanting.
Ghostly.
Ghastly stained.
So beautiful.
They stared at him. Two blood lit moons curved in happiness, a sinful content as they watched. No matter how he moved, where he was, how long he started back, those eyes were watching. Never ending, no rest. Their glee of the crime of a full belly etched into his very mind.
Leo didn't approve of Donnie going in every day to talk with him. He hated it. He loved it. He didn't know what to do with it. Raph. Their Raphael. What drove him to it? What drove him to slip into bed with the devil and allow demonic essence to embrace him like a cellophane cocoon. T
Candy Land
Gum Drops
Chapter 4
Thalia wiggled herself close against Michelangelo purring deeply while hugging him. His hands soothingly rubbed a balm over her broken and aching shell. Whatever he was using filled her body with a tingling warmth that made her mind sluggish. It felt so nice to get away from that ever present pain for a while. She adjusted finding a comic on his bedroom floor -where they were- and picked it up. Her large blue eyes started to skim over the vibrantly colored characters that had dramatic shading. It wasn't until she heard Michelangelo let out a strangled giggle that she actually noticed she was staring at
Silent Hill: Breaking Shell 02 by DarkClosure, literature
Literature
Silent Hill: Breaking Shell 02
Raphael secretly watched Donnie as they had walked. Although his music blared at him he barely listened to it. He wanted to talk to Don- he really did... but talking was never his strong point. Unless you counted arguing.
Arguing was something that had been doing a lot of recently. Ever since that one big one they had which got them into this now-walking-forever-in-fog situation they had still been arguing. Whenever Donnie said anything it was that snide, "I'm smarter than you" tone. It got under Raphael's skin and he couldn't help but snap at him. The best way to avoid it was by not talking at all.
Suddenly the sound of static interrupted