"You are here.." Says the leader of the bullies.

They all have their hands in their pockets, looking at him with malicious intent.

But Kyle doesn't care. He feel no fear right now..

He just think about what to do next

and he says.

"Not for too long."

The bullies look at each other and the leader reply him.

"Yeah, you think so?"

Then the leader crack his knuckles, and step forward. His followers in the back

as he walk face to face in front of Kyle.

Kyle look straight at him and don't flinch.

The guy throw a punch at him, but Kyle deflect it with his hands and make him trip on the ground.

The leader is confused, did Kyle just do that.

Kyle give him a kick in the face as he tries to stand up and the other bullies run at him.

The young teenager put himself in a fighting position and prepare to fight them off.

One throw a kick at him, Kyle grab his leg and the other guy try to punch him but

Kyle block with his left arm.

Kyle give a kick to make the guy he hold his leg drop on the ground, then punch him in the face.

Then he receive a punch in the guts, Kyle hold his breath for a second, but he receive another blow.

And he get assaulted by the rest of the gang.

The leader soon join them to kick Kyle in unison.

Kyle stay down and curl in a ball to defend himself.

But all of a sudden, a police siren can be heard and the bullies run away.

Kyle look at the ground, coughing blood as the cops arrive.

"Are you alright son?" Says one of the cops, as he help him to stand up.

"What is your name." Says the cop reassuring him.

"Kyle.." He says.

"My name is Chris." says the cop and they handshake.

"What happened here.." He asks him with caution.

"I got my ass kick.. Again." Says Kyle.

"Again?" Asks Chris.

Kyle nod and he soon explain everything to the cops.

Chris and his partner help him to go home.

When the police car get noticed by Kyle's father.

He get outside and ask what happened.

"Your son is a warrior, but he was alone. So we help him out." Says Chris to Kyle's father.

"Sorry dad." Says Kyle.

His father look at him and say.

"You need to stay home, you have blood on you."

Then the cop and his father talk a bit before they left.

Later in the summer, Kyle was still training.

Then the phone rings and his father

comes to give him the phone.

"Yes?" Says Kyle.

"Hey Kyle it's Chris. How you doing?" Says the cop on the phone.

"Good.." Says Kyle alittle defeated by the memory of what happened 2 weeks ago.

"Good, I need you to come outside." Says the cop.

"Why?" Ask the young teenager nervous.

"I have friends who can help you to get better.." Explain Chris.

Kyle take a moment to realise what he is saying.

"Are you interested to do martial art?" Ask Chris.

Kyle have a bright flames coming into his eyes and he says.

"Yes."

"Good, bring your gym clothes and get in there. I am waiting." Says Chris and he close the phone.

Then Kyle prepare quickly everything and go outside where the cops were waiting for him.

And they go on the road.

Kyle was always getting bullied at school,

punched at for no real reason beside the fact

he was frail, didn't fight back and only 14 years old.

His mother passed away 4 years ago..

But before she died, she ask him to be a decent man when he grows up.

That was all she asked..

But when his face hit the ground, the group of older teenagers kicks him

in unison at the corner of the school and without a care for his sake.

Kyle didn't think much of that promise.

After the ring bells, they left him there.

Alone, beat up.

Kyle was weak..

He only wish he could be stronger..

Only just once..

Only for his own good to defend himself.

Just to show them how he can beat them back..

And so, after he stand up and feel the pain losing

its weight for a little bit.

He go home..

When he arrive at his house, he see his dad asleep in the sofa with a beer in his hand

and the TV on.

Kyle didn't bother to wake him up.

He go straight in his room that was in the second floor and lock the door.

Then, he fall on the ground and cry.

What did he do for this? What was the point to keep going? He asks himself..

Then his mind stop thinking about all the suffering, the pain and the darkness.

He remember his life back when his mother was here.

How all this was just a phase..

And he hear his mother telling him in his memory that he was going to be a decent man.

So, Kyle go in the garage.

Take some dumbbells.

And start training.

It was friday night.

No one was here for him.

And nobody will stop him.

He begin to train the whole week-end.

Then he go in the library..

He pick some books about training muscles.

And some other for psychology.

He wanted to be better.

Not just in strenght..

He started to go in the chess group in the library too.

At first it was impossible to beat anyone in the game.

He failed many times, but he didn't care.

He kept going anyway.

In everything.

He return in school monday.

But he know what was coming..

They were here, waiting for another round to kick his ass.

But Kyle this time turn around and avoided them.

By talking to the teacher.

His teacher noticed that he was different this time.

That he wasn't shy to ask things.

What was this sudden change?

So he help him out.

Kyle learn few things, after the class and get out of school 30 minutes later

then everyone.

No bullies were there waiting for him this time.

For 6 months, Kyle do all this repeatedly..

By trainning his body, his mind and the way to talk to people.

He wasn't shy anymore.

He felt confident..

He felt right..

When the last day of school happened.

Everyone was there. Even the bullies.

After the ending of the day, Kyle walk outside.

He seem a bit different..

Like if he was prepared for something.

The bullies awaited him at the entrance of the school.

They wanted a final moment to kick his ass.

-To be continued-

A legend said..

A wicked flower will appear once in a million years.

In the cold snow of winter only..

That flower will consume the coldness of the air and keep the winter much longer

than any other year..

Vincent was a young man living in the time of that long last winter.

He was hungry, half way to be frozen and he needed food.

That man walk in the forest, away from is village and desperate to kill a deer.

Armed only with his bow and arrows.

Vincent courageously go through the snow storm, knowing he will probably die anyway if he

stay in his cabin.

He walk, and walk far in the deep darkness of the forest.

The only sounds of his footsteps and the wind howling can be heard, and nothing seems to be bright for him

at this moment.

The hunger is painful, the energy of his will to live still keep him awake though.

But he know if he don't find food yet, he won't be alive much longer.

As the sky get darker, and the clouds keep any source of light to be here for him.

Vincent walk now completely in the obscurity, and feel lost.

Then after a moment of pure realisation that he cannot find anything out here.

He decide get back home..

Afraid to die there and alone.

He look up in the sky and see nothing at all. But he can hear the air passing him and feel it.

How much has he walked..? He think.

When his eyes look in front of the path he made with his feet in the snow, Vincent saw two small lights

in the black night.

Among the forest, there was a living creature there..

Waiting.. And starring at him right in the soul.

Vincent didn't think twice and draw his bow quickly.

Ready to defend himself against something he don't see

but as a mere shadow..

Something was evil in those bright yellow eyes..

As the cold made its way in the fur coat of Vincent, he start to feel way weaker than he was.

And more pairs of yellow eyes open in the distance.

Wolves.. He think for himself with no words out.

The young man begin to stretch the cord of his bow with an arrow and shoot.

But the wind run against the projectile and he don't hear anything percuting on the ground..

The eyes in the darkness, look at the direction of where the arrow finaly drop.

But instantly ignore it..

Then they all regroup, and get closer to him..

Vincent hear suddenly something he never wish to hear..

A real howling of a wolf.

And the feeling that was telling him,

was the fact that he was the meat now..

Vincent turn his feet and step in the deep snow as fast as he could.

Frightened by the feeling of pure terror of being tracked down.

He runs with no thoughs in his mind..

No reason was coming in his brain..

As he turn his head to look in his back..

He sees the shadows coming much quicker than he though it would be.

He can hear them running with their mouth open, eager to bite his neck and chew his flesh.. If not, alive.

Then..

As Vincent run in total despair, he feel nothing under his feet now..

He drop in the air, with out a sound..

In just few seconds he realise he was falling in a profond abyss.

Vincent yells and then hit the bottom after few more seconds..

The impact make him lost consciousness.

After that, he wake up from the light of the bright sun..

He stand up. Look around and understand the position he was in now.

Still hungry, but alive. Vincent look the where he falled.

A large pile of snow was there, with an hole imprinted by his body.

No wolves to be afraid of, he walk in the abyss to explore.

The exploration goes for awhile, until he found an opening in the walls.

He get in, crouch to go further in the narrow hole.

Then he comes out of there and see it.

There was a flower in the middle of a pillar of light.

A clear circle of ice was on the ground around that

flower.

Vincent come closer to it.

And as he step on the ice.

He slip and fall on his butt.

Then he get his balance back

and get close to that flower.

As he look at it, he notice the

ice that emanate from it.

He decide to pick it.

Then his hand turn cold,

and turn into ice..

His eyes widen in horror as he sees

himself turning into a complete ice statue..

And he stand there..

Petrified next to the wicked flower..

Vincent was never heard from again.

No one knows what happened from him.

But the winter kept going until now.

I think would be a good composer and song writer if I do my best in that.

I used to be a bassist back in my 20s.

I always have ideas about all sort of things, inclueding music.

I doubt I will waste my time doing that, so I will just write stuff and make myself a name.

Anyway, that's that.

Yeah, so I am gonna express what I have learned through out this year and all.

First. Art is hard to get by. It is a form of many mediums, you can shape anything

with that universal language of mix of knowledge and experience.

I become an artist since I was a kid, then I learn the difficulties of what its like through

the years, and 2023 was my real training for art.

So I have like 20 years of experimentation, and 1 year of professionalism.

I am not an expert, but I am way better than my first art in my portfolio in Newgrounds.

I used to draw in cartoon style before, now I draw in few more styles.

Realistic, manga and cartoon. Semi-cartoon and more.

But the fact I have now more talent in shading and shaping in my designs.

Make me more excellent. I sort of know what to do now. But I still need more

training.

And need to gear up.

I used the mouse for way too long.

I also do NSFW art and find myself in what is right to do in it.

My thoughs is that I have more to express in that form.

Since I never draw 2 or 3 characters at once.

I am still in that learning curve and will train even more for next year.

I officially end my last day for this year at work!

Finally I can do whatever I want in my free time!

I will do all I want in my projects, and take some days off for myself too!

Note: This is post is for writers like me, probably not worth your time to read otherwise.

World Building.

SO hard to do, but yet so important..

I never was a patient type for this sort of things, yet it is primordial to do in fiction.

My personal experience with that was in many ways a hot mess.

I don't predetermine things, well not completely.

But you see. I often create things on the go.

Which is not really a good way to plan things.

I sadly suffered from that mistake. Because I have many times done this.

It's fun I am not lying about that part, but the priority of making a good story

is to focus on the consequences of that fact.

My stories are all about that.

I just wish I wasn't so impatient to write everything

and was able to take time to note things and make plans

that are way better than what I put on newgrounds.

So, to create a world you need to know which genre is about the story.

What is your target audience and all that boring parts.

For me, it's just too much effort.

And that's why I usually do random things.

Well not anymore.

Since I decided to change that. I will read about history books and look at maps of the world.

Check what can inspire me and etc.

I also will read about magic, dark ritual stuff and other what is considered taboo.

For my new story of course.

Principles are hard to get by, but they are way better than rules.

Since the adage "Rules are made to be broken." is quite the thing internet follow.

I will follow something that I can accept more than anything.

so, here is my 12 principles for my projects that I want to share with you all.

1. Nothing will change without effort and constancy.
2. Strenght comes in many forms, and weakness also can be strenght.
3. Accept your limits, embrace your inner voice and stop anytime you need to.
4. Work is important first, than your projects matter more after.
5. Time cannot be bought back, you have one life and you shall go with it.
6. Have a realistic point of view first, than use idealism when it's necessary.
7. Do not stray from the path you once made, except if it is the only way.
8. Repetition is only boring once you learned everything in it.
9. Also repetition does make you excellent in everything.
10. If you started something, know that starting isn't the way to finish.
11. The way to finish is always and will be part of every path you choose to go.
12. Ending a project at it's full potencial is the ultimate goal.

I will talk about each principles that I will go with for the next year. Yeah, I myself don't follow all of them.

But I will make sure to learn my way in that path I made.

I will meditate on the time being, and do some art if I feel like it.

Veronica sings:

"I let you here, on your own.

All alone, away from home.

With no one to keep you safe.

There is no haste.

Fear the grace of death of many have faced.

In the cold, when the ice grabs you ahold.

You shall know the price of trusting me.

As you tremble, while the wind frost your ears.

You disappear, without a trace.

There is no race, you shall face.

The cold feeling of the snow.

Wind is howling, as it blow through your hair.

No, I am not fair.

Dead is the man you once were.

As I welcome your skull to my lair.

I will not hurt you now, I swear.

Since death is what I care."

My plans are simple,

I want to make few things work before the end of the year.

My new IP story is in development.

Yes, its again a new idea..

No. I am not gonna put it on hold.

I just need to make something short and finish it.

That's my goal here.

You see, The Detective's Diary take me a long time to figure about the vilain.

And N.G Noire is really hard for me since I am not a true programmer.

My patience as often its limits.

I have too much ideas that grow in my brain, and cannot stay on one big idea.

So, I try to focus on a smaller one.

And I lack discipline.

I need to train, make deadlines and stick to it.

I wish I was more ready to be able to write everything in time.

And that I made things work out.

But I still try.

I never give up, just take breaks.

So anyway, I will post the story once it is finished.

This one will come in audio, on a post here and if everything work out.

I will do so art for the visual aspect. Since its what please me most.

It is the darkest thing I work on so far.

Tale of a witch.