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The Turtles and Copycat

This is some fan fic that I wrote a while back. It is biased off of the 2012 Nickelodeon TMNT. Is the cat in this story a mutant? Or something else?

Alright.  Just have to post some fan fic I made a while back.  

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Why write?

I found this web sight.  It gives tips on writing.  One of the articles deals with why people write. These are the questions posed and my answers.   https://paulsfantasywritings.com/

1. If these two reasons spark to write a novel, and what was it?    

I was abused when I was younger.  This sparked a need for escape.  Imagination was the escape.  As I got older it was easy when these images rolled around my head for days to write them down.  It was a way to stop thinking about them.  I guess as I accumulated more short stories I found a theme.  The same characters started to come up.  From there it was a curiosity.

2. If anyone has ever told you that you could (or could not) write a novel, and how you reacted to it?  

I don't know that anyone said I could or could not write a novel.  It became a curiosity.  Could I actually write a whole book?  

My mother did encourage me once she read the first book I put together.  She is the reason I am still at writing and was the push I needed to put it out there.  

I will say the biggest doubt that I could actually write, any kind of story, came from my resource room teacher (yes I was held back in reading/writing and math).  I remember that she had been teaching me to spell the word, because.  Lots of vowels and few consonants.  It was a very hard word for me to learn.  Yes, I'm old enough to remember writing with paper and pencil, no spell-check.  Archaic I know.

Anyway, I remember her telling my mother that I would never learn to spell.  I would probably have to carry around a dictionary my whole life to be able to spell correctly.  I don't remember what my mother told the teacher, but I remember when we left, she told me that I could do whatever I wanted.  

My family has several members with learning difficulties and I have always been thankful for that.  It has lead to the general belief; you can do whatever you want even if the experts say you can't.  You just have to figure out how it works for you, and want too.  

So, I learned the more I wrote and used a word the more likely I was to remember how to spell it.   I lot of the stories I wrote at that time became inundated with the word because.  I now know how to spell, because.... even without spell check.  I'm just a little rebellious that way.

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Another day another blog post.  

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Gnak’urkah.... Truth be known

Ss’tar

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The Ball

At the heart of every galaxy worthy of note is a place where beings gather.  They go by different names, but the one that we are interested in is called Galactic Council by its residents.  Interestingly, this Galactic Council is not exactly at the heart of its galaxy but more to one side of it. The beings that reside at and around this hub, consider themselves enlightened, and thoughtful.  At least for the most part. There are a few, even on this side of the galaxy that need…. Work.  

On the other side of their galaxy lay the underdeveloped worlds.  Or simply the Unders. Earth lies in this region of space, but this story is not about that beautiful planet.  Rather it is about another race of beings. Ones with no home world.

Earthlings have been known describe them as cat people.  In truth the Ss’tars are just one race among several at Galactic Council, that would fit this description.  They closely resemble the enlightened Mearthians. Many have laid claim that they have the same ancestors.  

The Ss’tars are shunned at Galactic Council as outsiders.  They come from the Unders, and are rough, fighting rather than using their words.  The Ss’tars for their part have long ignored the Galactic Council. They have stuck to the Unders where they are accepted and thrive.

This recently changed when a small group, a ring or family if you would like, took up residency at Galactic Council.  This ring in particular was not well received for it contained a particularly fierce warrior and strong mind talker.  

If the truth was told there are those at Galactic Council who are afraid of this specific mind talker.  The Talics first among them. The Talics are tall grey skinned beings with big heads and eyes. They are also mind talkers, but are almost revered by others at Galactic Council for their wisdom.

The Mearthians are hesident, or at least most of them, about the ring.  They fear that their minds will be controlled by her. Taking away their ability to make their own choices and turning them into her puppets.

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Moya!  

She is the model for my book cover.  She is a DSH and an old lady at 17 or 18 yrs.  She was a pregnant teenager without a home when I first met her.  How times have changed.

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An excerpt from Gra’s Gift:

She stopped and stood when those in front of her stopped.  She didn't look around but only ahead.  She put everything she had into standing still.

"We bring to you a warrior.  The first Gra warrior in seven generations. This is your gift given to you by Gra. Now you must decide.  Will you except her and trust in Gra once more? Or will you kill her like the last Gra warrior?"  Those that were lit up asked the council.

"War! You have brought us War?!"

She bit back a response.  Her ear twitched and she knelt, bowing her head.  Gra would be dealing with them.

"You sit in judgment of this young warrior but are ignorant to even her name. You have no idea of her nature." They paused.  There was some murmuring from the council.  "But Gra does.  This is where you either trust Gra to lead…. or you do not."

"We need to discuss...."

"You have had four days!  The time for discussion has passed.  Now is the time to decide.  Will you and your house follow Gra or will you turn away?  This is the question that you are to decide nothing else." This sent another murmur through those gathered there.

"I will not have her here!  I don't care if Gra himself was here!"

"The leader of the second house has made his decision."  She did not hear that voice again, but there was great murmuring from those above her.  If she had been looking up, she would have known that no sound could come from the ruler, even though he was gesturing wildly and trying to say more.  Anyone that tried to help him by interpreting was also afflicted.  Soon they settled.

The baby moved and though it was a light movement her hand went to her stomach instinctively.  Her mind almost exploded as a realization struck her like a wall.  She felt her stomach lurch and felt nauseous, as panic rose in her chest.

"How can allowing her on Mearth be following Gra?  She will only bring war and destruction!”  scoffed the next voice.

“Because I….have brought her here!  You must TRUST that I have your tail.”

“I cannot in good conscious let her be here." said the voice.

"The ruler of the third house has spoken."

She thought she might vomit and swallowed hard.  She prayed, no one understood the language she used.  It was one that only she and Gra knew.  "What of the child?  Kind Elder I am afraid I do not want the child to die."  

One of those that where lit came to her and knelt beside her.  "Peace child.  Is the baby yours or mine?"

She thought a moment, "yours," she replied humbly.

"Then let me take care of him."

"You have given me the responsibility of caring for him.  Will I not be remiss if I do not try everything I can to see that he is well?"

"Peace child," the sound came out slightly amused.  "You have little control of this outcome.  I know your weakness well but stay strong warrior." The person stood then but stayed close.

She shoved her doubts aside and swallowed her fear, settling herself.

They were waiting for the fourth ruler.  He was sensitive and could feel the fear roll off of her like an ocean wave.   His heart broke for her.  She was still very young, but she faced a real death.  He felt her push it all aside and calm herself after the one spoke to her.  'She stands on faith,' he heard his grandfather's voice, 'what will YOU do?'

"Question." The elder Luset began.  "I do not know what the outcome of all of this will be, but I would like to know her name."

"Ssinarr'ala.  Though those that know her well call her Cindy.  A mispronunciation of the name lead to this."  Cindy said something in that strange language.  "She would like you to know that the child that she is carrying will be named Raph."  A ripple of shock ran through the group.  

Luset’s eyes teared up, but his voice was strong when he spoke.  "As for me and my house."  he paused to take a deep breath.  His voice rang with authority when he next spoke, "We will follow Gra!"

A cheer unexpectedly erupted from the crowd to her right.  Cindy started and then exhaled in relief.

"The ruler of the fourth house has spoken." Was heard above the den. It took a few minutes for them to quiet. Cindy noted that they were not reprimanded.

"My house will stand with Gra." Another round of cheering broke out, though it didn't last as long.

"The ruler of the fifth house has spoken."

There was a long pause.  "This is a hard decision to make."

Someone from her right shouted, "no its not follow Gra!"  Soon the chant broke out.  "Follow Gra"

The ruler raised his hand.  "Quiet please."  There was another pause.  "I have heard many disturbing things about this one."  A breath was taken.  "I pray that Gra knows what he is doing and while I do not trust this one. I will trust Gra.  I except her."  A cheer broke out.

"The ruler of sixth house has spoken."  There was another long pause while the crowd quieted.  

"I have heard similar things about this one."  The voice was female and shocked Cindy a little.  "I cannot in good conscious except her."  It sounded like she took a breath to say more but no sound came from her.

"The ruler of the seventh house has spoken."

Cindy added the numbers in her head.  A tie, but one house still hadn't been heard from.

"Senzent of the house of Senzent.  It appears yours will be the deciding vote.  Come forth!"

"I already know how I will vote," came the reply.

"As do I. That is why I want you to be here when you give it."

Senzent seemed to puzzle this a moment and then got up.  While they waited one of the lit ones came up to Cindy.  They spoke in that strange language, but Cindy understood.  "Dagger." Cindy reached to the small of her back.  "The other." Gra said.

Cindy paused thinking of the collection that she wore.  She reached to the right of the small of her back. "Dagger." She repeated as she held it out.  The lit one took it.  Cindy felt a little woozy but breathed through it.

Senzent appeared and walked over to where the lit ones where gathered around her. "It is in your heart and mind to vote against this warrior.  So, take this dagger and deliver the death blow yourself."

There was silence and Cindy could hear his intake of breath.  He took the knife and fear swelled inside her.  She closed her eyes.  "If you place one hand on my head it will stabilize the neck." She heard herself say.

"I would not touch you!" Senzent spat at her as he stepped behind her.  

She took a deep breath and held it.  She felt the blade against the base of her head.  'Good position.' Her mind thought.

Then one of those that were lit stepped beside Senzent and whispered something to him. The blade shook in his hand. 'Crud he is going to miss.' she thought wildly.

To everyone's shock Senzent stepped away dropping the knife.  "I can't!  Gra help me I can’t do it!" he all but wept.  

"So, you accept her?"

Senzent looked at the lit one and nodded.  "Yes. May Gra have mercy on my house for my weakness."

"The ruler of the first house has spoken."

"To the houses that voted against my warrior.  I will speak to you now.  To the second house's ruler.  Because you have chosen to turn from me.  Your house will not prosper.  Everything that you and your house touch will wither and die.  This will continue until your house rises a Gra Warrior of its own."

"Mercy!"

All eyes turned to Cindy who had cried out the one word.  "Mercy for the children of the second house."

"They would have killed you and YOUR child.  Yet you cry mercy for them?"

"Yes," Cindy replied no doubt in her voice.

"This is…. This is the warrior that you fear?!” the lit ones gestured to Cindy and then pointed accusingly at the second house's ruler.  “The one that cries MERCY for YOU!”  

Then they paused, “Very well.  For my warrior's sake.  Any of the second house that accepts my warrior into their house or helps her will be blessed.  In addition, if four or more of the second house gather together and cry Ca'cis, mercy, to me; they will have enough for their families."

"Thank you.  Your mercy is great."  Cindy said.

The lit one nodded and turned to the third house.  “To the ruler of the third house.  Because you have chosen to turn from me.  I will bring your house crashing down around your ears.

The seventh house's ruler.  I will take from you everything you hold dear."  

They then turned to the first house.  "To those of the first house.  I send this warning.  You need to learn to follow me or you and yours will be pierced through the heart."

Then tuning to the crowd all seven said as one, "I present to you your Gra warrior!"  A cheer erupted from the crowd.  The light vanished from those around her.  

Cindy stood wobbly and walked out.  Her brain was in a fog.  She didn't understand what had happened.  ‘Now what?’ she thought dismayed as she wandered outside.

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1st Book of the Gra  Warrior series

I recently wrote this book. I will be offering up online for free from now till Nov. 26, 2019. Let me know what you think.

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