MizMoMo

Solitude. Silent solitude. Most days it was a welcome relief. Today it was a wretched torment. Solitude made him think. Think about the day. Think about the week. Think about his life. Think about what was wrong in all of them. All the good was gone. Driven out by thoughts of criticism, depreciation, and loathe. Nothing was right. Everything was wrong… …wrong…wrong…wrong…wrong…wrong…wrong… …and there was no one to blame but himself. It was his choices that had put him in his current predicament. Now here were the consequences. Consequences that he had once felt prepared to face b

Red In The Silver Lining [RITSL]: Prologue Change is inevitable. It is also powerful for change can create opportunities, destroy routines, inspire hope, and instill fear. Avoid it or embrace it. Reject it or accept it. Regardless of the choice, change will happen. It is a phenomenon that can affect everyone. Even mutant ninja turtles and a mutant rat ninja master. Over the years, change had matured four teenagers into adults and aged their father in a well-respected elder. Physically they were different, yet their personalities and behaviors had remained pretty much the same because change is also selective. Master Splinter, for example,

Okay, next step. Pipet five milliliters of 3N hydrochloric acid into the flask… Done. Then dilute to volume with water… Just a little bit more…aaaaaaaaaand….there. Perfect. Now mix by inverting for approx-… SLAM! Gah! Towel! Towel! Towel! No! Not my notes! Ahh! Who in the heck is slamming doors now?! I swear Splinter is the only one besides me who is capable of closing a door properly. Everyone else just bangs them shut. No consideration for the other people who live here. …ugh. The ink's all blotchy, I can't read what I wrote. They're completely ruined. Great. Well, at least the flask didn

Spring was Raphael's favorite time of the year in New York City. The surface world was fresh, forgiven from the harshness of winter. Trees budded with new leaves, flowers bloomed brilliant colors, and the perfumes of growing plants hung in the air. Warm days made the nights much more pleasant for exploring – something that the teenager desperately needed after spending the majority of the winter months confined to the drafty sewers. When Master Splinter had given Raph permission to leave the lair on this particular evening, it was all the sai-wielder could do to keep from skipping out the door. A huge smile was plastered on Raph's face

It started out normal enough. He was running across the rooftops late at night, burning off the excess energy that had built up in his muscles from the lack of activity throughout the day. It felt good to move, to be out in the world after being stuck underground for what seemed like an eternity. A soft breeze cooled his hot skin that glistened with countless sweat drops. Using his powerful legs, he leapt easily to the next building. That's when Raphael's dream began to change. As he landed on the neighboring ledge, the masonry crumpled. The sudden loss of support caught the turtle unawares and, arms flailing helplessly, he began to fall.

Dear Diary, The orange authority continues to insist that I cuddle with him. During this time, he repeatedly chants that I am a good kitty. I cannot take this smothering much longer. I must escape and soon. Pray for my release. *** Dear Diary, Today I successfully climbed to the top of the refrigerator. My song of triumph must have been mistaken as a cry of distress for the orange authority came and removed me from my perch. I will attempt to repeat the arduous climb as soon as the authorities have vacated the kitchen. *** Dear Diary, In hopes of winning the favor of the head authority, I offered him the rat I hunted and killed this mo