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Balloon Splinter trudged wearily into the lair after a long night of scavenging with little to show for his efforts. Once again, he'd travelled far across the city and by the time he finally made it home, the sun had been up for hours. Even so, he was startled to find his young sons crowding him the moment entered, all four bright, green faces looking eagerly up at him for good news and his heart sank, knowing he would be forced to disappoint them. Again. “Did you get one, father?” Leonardo, ever the spokes-turtle, asked hopefully. Michelangelo bounced excitedly beside him, almost on top of him. “I am sorry, my sons but I

Raph was in a great mood as he sat down for breakfast this morning and that had Donnie worried.  Raph and Casey had their hands full lately with local gang activity, Leo had doubled their group training time for no apparent reason, and they’d all hardly slept last night due to Mikey loudly watching a horror movie, so there was really no reason for Raph to be all big smiles at 5:30 on a Monday morning.  Donnie’s curiosity had just about won over and forced him to ask about Raph’s unwarranted happiness when Mikey’s earsplitting scream sounded from upstairs.  Raph stopped Donnie from getting up to check on him by setting

I, Donatello, the last remaining Hamato am here laying on top of my family. I have laid them all on top of each other in a grave. Father’s walking stick is being are grave stone so then no one knows that there are mutants here. I have known my time is coming for weeks now. After Leatherhead told me about my brain cancer a month ago, I haven’t had a care in the world. My only request with everyone was to just lay here with my family and die. I lied. I am not the remaining Hamato, I am the one that left. I left them. And all I can do is watch them from the heavens cry on top of my gravestone that reads 'Donatello the smartest tu

The first time we saw a balloon was the saddest day for all of us. The day we saw the red balloon was the day are father was pushed off the building that Saki killed him on. We never got to say goodbye to him. My father, no our father died in front of all of our eyes. Mikey held the balloon that went bye when our father died. He said that his spirit went into the balloon to be safe, but I can’t believe him. This is the only way he has been able to move on. Each time it gets low one of us go out and get another plane old red balloon.

A combination of the dark and the unfamiliar ground made them cautious. They skirted the main area, now cleared and flattened, keeping instead to the perimeter, where the ground was loose and rocky. Moonlight refracted off the metal planes of digging equipment, abandoned where they had been stopped at the end of the shift. Donatello shared a glance with him and Leo knew they were both thinking the same thing. Finding any signs in this junk pile was going to be next to impossible. "Split up," Leo ordered in a low tone. "Look at the trees. There's a carved marker but it will have weathered now and it may be higher than before." Donnie nodded

Rated G Summary:  A small drabble for the Weekly Drabble Challenge! 9/09/18 The prompt was Gravestone. There will be a new challenge prompt on Sunday. There was this thick fog rising from the small round pond that was surrounded by a chain fence. The hunched over green creature creep around as it came near it, peaking towards the shady water, then slinking back to avoid any contact with it. His baby blues gazed across the stone structures suspiciously as if waiting for something to come. Then he quivered as his attention fell upon the headstones that were worn down by age and some places abuse by graffiti and other means. A sigh slipped thr

It was so painful standing there, staring at the epitaph.  No matter how many times he blinked, stared at his toes or up towards the heavens, the name and inscription remained the same.  It was a vain wish he supposed, hoping beyond hope that it ultimately was all a very bad dream.  The turtle sighed, absently brushing away the offending tears that insisted on clinging to the underside of his eyes like dew to a rose in the early morning.  The world would truly never be the same again.  Trembling fingers rested atop the gravestone as he uttered.  “Goodbye bro.”

16/09/18 Weekly Drabble Challenge - Red He never knew why he’d never considered it before.  Red.  It was such a violent colour.  It stood out so starkly from the rest.  In his honest opinion it put all other colours to shame.  No.  Stop.  Danger.  A warning to all that things were about to go horribly wrong.  Red alert.  His chest clenched.  Subconsciously, was all that really the reason he chose the colour in the first place?  A way, maybe, to make him appear more intimidating?  Like a bulky anthropomorphic, human sized turtle with ninja weapons wasn’t already intimidating enough. Yeah, right.  Sure, that was the reason, keep t

Beauty. A word that’s not well used in our vocabulary. Not until April O’Neil showed up in our lives she is beauty and grace. I’ve loved her since the moment my hazel brown eyes met hers. I want to see her long red haired flow in the wind while she was in her swimsuit. I love her, so much. She’s beautiful. I love her. Always. If I could tell her I would, but the ugly Jones has her.

My brothers call me nothing but a zero, so I might as well be nothing. With the word they called me haunting me I can’t focus. “Your zero, nothing! Understand?” They yelled at me. Without there kind words I am left feeling like I’m nothing. Looking at my brothers you wouldn’t think they would call me that. All of my brothers are judge mental. Especially towards me. It’s not my fault we lost to the biggest zero of them all. All I can do is look in the mirror at my mask-less beaten face and know I failed my brothers.