tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40582735128020977282011-07-08T00:01:24.971-07:00Where I flush my mind and teeter on the fine line between sanity and insanity.Megan Petersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381052715916141301noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058273512802097728.post-20589523912553182732009-10-19T22:18:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:45:21.336-07:00

It needs to be fleshed out and explained, but I've got the main idea out. So there.It wasn't sure how long it laid there in the growing pool of it's own blood or how long the beating had lasted. Master must have been really angry this time, not judging by the severity of the punishment, but by the strategic manner in which he struck. Each blow more painful and shocking than the last.The poor

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Drake's eyes were still the same striking blue of his youth but, age had crept into the corners and settled into the molds of time. Fine lines of laughter, worry, and anger fanned out, betraying his years. Whether he wished to admit it or not, he felt them piling on top of one another. Joints creaked, old scars ached, and bones popped more than he was used to.The past had been an adventure,

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Castle of Nations characters are not mine. This is just my mind chewing on possible plot bunnies. Red's older sister is another product of my twisted imagination, everyone else belongs to Unknown.Climber wasn't sure what drove him in this particular direction. He was usually content to stay by his wagon or in hiding, but tonight something else called to him. Much to the mannequin's surprise he

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The last thing Maria could coherently remember was leaving Megavolt's cell in one piece and sending her samples to Megan Quackman through J. Gander's secretary as instructed. She was then deemed too sleep deprived to even consider driving herself home. A kindly doctor, whose name eluded her at the moment, escorted her to a quiet employee lounge with a couch. She barely heard the apology about all

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More TMNT, but this is kind of a reject. I lost the part I didn't care for and this is, well, I guess this is okay, but I really just couldn't get Yuriko right.The dull pad of my stockinged feet fell limp on my ears as I continued to balance bandages and tea on the metal tray. My reflection blinked back at me with a schooled expression of calm. It seemed as of late that the only peace I could

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Darkwing flew through the small apartment and into the back room. His eyes fell on the young woman in the bed. "Now you've done it!"He scolded as he advanced and laid a hand on her forehead, checked her tongue, her pulse, counted her fingers and proceeded to her toes."Knock it off, DW. I'm fine.""Of course you are, that's why you had an anxiety attack." The mallard chided dryly. "How much sleep

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A plot bunny that's been bothering me for a while. It's rough, but I'm too lazy and tired to revise it today. Enjoy!The Forgotten WorldAang flew with heavy heart from Ba Sing Sei. It seemed that when he was younger and with his traveling companions everything was brighter. Granted, they were hunted for various reasons and they had a comet of doom and a crazy fire nation princess against them, but

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What if everything Splinter ever told the turtles about their origin was a lie...The old rat could feel the past encroaching on his conscience. As of now, his sons had no reason to doubt what they knew, what he had told them. The evidence of the TGRI canister was enough, the ooze, the Utroms, other visitors from other worlds and dimensions...How much longer would he be able to endure the

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The smell of wild berry tea wafted through the apartment and Mike followed his nose to the far bedroom. He quirked an eye ridge as he watched Megan coddle her warm drink."Good stuff?" He queried.She was typing now. "It'd be even better if I had another packet."He pushed away from the door frame. "Where at?""In the black cupboard by the door. Left side top shelf!" She called, "Help yourself if

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Well, this will be a place where I'll put my TMNT fanwork. I've just gotten started so don't mind the construction cloud and the wrecking balls flying in every direction. I'll settle in when I'm feeling less ill and more coherent.Tchau~Megz

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