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Have you ever been afraid of being bullied? Have you ever felt death was upon you during those times? Bullies...It's just something we can't avoid; They come, when the come, that's how it goes. But what if it was just the other way around...Like, the victim..Would torment the bully...?

A boy by the name of Grimm was just moving by into a new neighborhood along with his father, Clyde. His father drove his truck and took him around the new town they had to live in and get used to it. Grimm took a look around as he had a smile on his face, and lets out a chuckle.

"You like the place, son?"
"Yeah, it could be worst. I could do some Parkour around here"
"I got a good feeling about this," his Clyde said, he spoke too soon. Clyde had a smile on his face as he drove onto their new farmhouse. The two went out of the truck, as Clyde inhaled the athmosphere deeply.

"The air smells good around here, don't you think, son?"

"If you like manure and cows, then yes," he said. Clyde pats him by the shoulder, as he laughed.

"You'll get used to it. Now let's get in that new house," Clyde said as he took his son inside their new farmhouse. The two finally unpacked their luggage, and started to take down the furniture. After hours of decorating, it was finally done; Their home was completely decorated. At the same time, Grimm took a look outside. It was already night-time.

"Dad, it's getting dark out"

"Then we better get some bites then, son," he said, as he walked towards the kitchen and took out some canned-goods. Clyde started cooking as Grimm was laying by the couch taking a break after all the decorating. He wiped off his sweat. As his vision became semi-blurred and began to have a headache. Grimm stood up and walked slowly to his new room.

"Son, dinner's ready. Do you want to go to bed this early?,"

"Yeah, I'm not feeling good right now. So I'll just hit the hay," he said as he held his forehead, and just went to his room. The next morning, Clyde had made eggs and bacon. Grimm went downstairs to grab breakfast.

"Today's your firsts day, son. Make some pals and be careful from those bullies,"

"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore. I know what to do,"

"If you say so. Just have fun sport," Clyde pets his son on the head as he grabbed his backpack and left.

Grimm ran to school. Of course, he preferred to run; He finds it fun to do some Parkour tricks. He ran, he jumped. And found himself around some benches and fence as he continued running. He finally reached his school, and ran inside; Seemingly excited over his first day. After a few boring hours of school, he finally met those who ruined his life.

"So, you're the fresh new meat?," the first boy said. He was wearing a orange jacket, blue jeans and he seemed thin. Three other guys joined in and surrounded Grimm. "Now for introductions! I'm Rick" the first kid introduced himself first. "And this is my gang," he pointed onto the other three boys. "Aren't you going to introduce THEM?" Grimm pointed to the other gang members. "They're not into all the 'intro' stuff" the gang began to surround Grimm, and began to lash at him. Grimm couldn't fight back, as he was beaten roughly; He began to bleed, and fell unconscious after all that.

"Welcome to hell, newbie," he said as he left Grimm to bleed on the ground.

Grimm walked home after all that beating. Clyde was just riding his truck around the town until he saw his son walking by the road. "Hey son, where the hell have you been? I was looking all over for you"

"Sorry, dad. I just got lost,"

"Get in the truck," Clyde commanded his son. Grimm did as he was told and went inside the truck. Clyde began to notice the bloodstains on his shirt. "Grimmy, did you cause trouble at school?," Clyde asked seriously. Grimm didn't reply; He was silent. Clyde just drove off anyway. After a few days, Grimm started to hide himself around Rick and his goons. It was working effectively as planned. And became more focused around his surroundings after seeking advice from his father, Clyde.

After an hour, Grimm began doing an art project. He seemed calm after losing Rick for some time. "Surprise, surprise meat!," Rick startled him. Grimm quickly turned around and accidentally marked a scar by his cheek with a scissor. Rick wiped off and looked at his blood. The next thing he knew, found himself furious.

"You're fucking dead!," he yelled, As Grimm began to run. As he ran, he got up to the third floor and met up with Rick's goons. Grimm began to have his headache again, as he held his head. Rick caught up to him, as he smacked him across the face, and faced the floor nearly unconscious. Rick began to laugh ominously.

"Let's see how you like being cut in the face," Rick grabbed a pair of scissors, as he began to cut Grimm's right cheek forcefully.

Grimm began to shriek in pain; He struggled, and got Rick of his back. He touched his face, and found a large amount of blood dripping from it. His hatred toward Rick grew, and he began to charge over to him. The two fought each other had a few punches to the eye as it began to swell, as Rick threw him off.

"I've had enough of you!," Rick grabbed his leg and threw him off the window. They all looked outside the window and found Grimm landing on top of a speeding sport car and was left unconscious. When his head met the car; That's where it began... The birth of his blood lust and his desire for revenge, his sanity; Just crumbled down, and thus. A murderer was born within the young man.

That time when he woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital bed. His eyes were covered with bandages, and his right cheek was taped with a gauze. He took off the bandages on his eyes, and took a look around. His vision was just semi-blurred, but regained to clear vision afterwards. He walked over to the rest room and looked at himself. He was shocked of the outcome of which happened to his face. He found his irises red; Ruby red, the colour of blood. Half of his face was stitched all around his left cheek. He then began to remove the gauze off his face, and found a big scar on his face. His wound was still bleeding, and never fully recovered. Grimm was startled by the sound of the door opening, only to find the nurse.

"What did you do to my face?!," Grimm ran out and held the nurse by her neck. "W-we changed your eyes...Your old ones were severely damaged when you crashed... And you're face...I-it was ripped by the glass, so we had it stitched..." Grimm threw down the nurse in anger. As she began ran to call for help. He pulled her back into the room. As two doctors came in, both were holding a syringe, and one was holding a scalpel "Kid, just make it easy for yourself. And just calm down,"

"Shut...Up..." he replied, then two doctors charged towards him; Trying to force the syringe onto him.

He grabbed the syringe from the doctor and began to stab them repeatedly. Both doctors bled to death after repetitively stabbing them. The nurse, who witnessed the whole incident, became traumatized by fear. He walked towards her. Looked at her with those red fearsome eyes, and eventually, stabbed her fiercely.

Grimm then ran out from the hospital, and headed back to the farm. He found himself on the barn, he found a broken mirror and looked at himself. He was still shocked on what have become of himself. And yet, still noticing that the wound on his face hasn't recovered; He sought to fix it himself. He grabbed staples and his father's lighter from the house; As he began to staple his wound forcefully. He screamed in pain in each staple. And burnt the very wound after so.

"Grimmy, what are you doing...?," Grimm found his father seemingly shocked on what his son has done to himself. He began to . Clyde began laugh hysterically. As Clyde began to back away, knowing that his son. Was...Insane. grabbed a sickle by the table, and slowly walked towards Clyde.

"Son, w-what are you doing...?," Grimm then charged towards his father, and thrusts the sickle into his gut; And left Clyde bleed to death.

It then, began to rain. As Grimm grabbed a black rain-coat, and boots. As he began to run into the distance.

Rick was just with his gang, when they hear running footsteps.

"What was that?,"

"Ignore it. It's probably nothing," Rick said, seemingly not caring for what awaited them. After a long silence, Rick turned around to see if they were still following; Instead, Rick found corpses of his goons and a message on the wall written in blood.

'TIME TO MEET YOUR END'

Rick began to hyperventilate, knowing that he would probably be the next victim. As he began to hear a hysterical laugh, echoing. Rick found a man in a black raincoat, with his face covered by it's hood, as he laughed hysterically.

"It's time for you to meet your end..."

Fantastic Feature Tuesday #43

Journal Entry: Thu May 23, 2013, 3:05 PM
Gallery l Journal l Watch Me l Note Me

... is on Thursday this week, guys! Heh... Sorry.


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This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice (though this gets harder to keep track of
now that we can change usernames), so check out these lovely writers now while you can!




PacificLike ocean waves, you crash into me,
break against the shore,
and I am taken with the tide.

If ever I feared the ocean
I must not have known
the way the water would feel beneath my back,
the soft feeling of sand between my toes
and the strange satisfaction
of a body full of salt water.
Shooting the moonhe will have cause to regret
confession,
because
there will always be rivers,

the black sea
nebulous
with disease;

astronomer's insomnia
  (a sea-fire
constellation)
and midnight
necromancy
  (stargazing
the underside of bones...)
eternallyeternally
e.bojnowski

splayed in the rusted gunmetal throne of the peasant Sheba-

the frozen truth,
the decoy:

the tumid eyes of your friend,
a comrade of the wasp corpses and cigarette ash-
she is starless,
and gauche -

she grasps at the flecked mirror,
reaching for the same history.

decayas I decay,
cave into myself, my
strength dwindling like a
flame in a hurricane.
every image that has
haunted me seeps from my
skin and dissolves into the air;
the plumes of smoke dance
rogueishly as I decay
and fade away like the
dozens of roses you gave me.
fears break down to rational
thought, emotions to logic.
the madness that was my
blood and the empty hope
that filled my lungs is now
burning; acidic.
as I decay, as I fade away,
I will finally know the peace you spoke of.
The Blackbirds                             A
                          roost
                            of
 black wings beat in time to the bellwether.
     Rising stars burst with shotgun bangs.
    &
Kipling Redacted - The Glory Of The GardenTHE GLORY OF THE GARDEN
Our garden is full
Of beds
and cocks -
Glory lies
For the old thick
tool and the heart
The cold hot dung-pits and the
pipes
And the men and boys
do and do it without noise;
when seeds shout the birds
abideth not
And some can
hardly fit anything
But they
occupieth all who come
Our gardens are not
singing-"Oh how beautiful!"
men start
paths
There's not a head so thick,
a hand so weak a heart
crying to be
For the Glory of everyone
Then seek thankfulness and further
slugs
And when you stop aching and begin to harden
find a partner in the Glory of the Garden
Oh, God sees
proper work done upon knees
So when you finish wash and pray
For the Glory
AND THE GLORY SHALL PASS

UltrasoundYou - nervous,
chattering jaw,
knees
stacked up
like Lego blocks -
I wonder where
the baby will sleep
in your double
wide trailer.

In the ultrasound
room
of the clinic lab
your husband
rubs your
back,
belly,
holds your ankles
with his rough
hands.

But you're terrified
beside
the coffee machine
whine,
the smell of
latex
gloves
in your hair,
on your
hands.

Perhaps your baby
will be small,
his head
flat
and short
where he
came from your birth
canal,
screaming -

The first time
you love each other,
will be that moment,
when you hear
the other screaming,
same pitch,
same tone.
In lieu of flowersThere are portraits, for which she never sits
while I dab with improbable brushes:
wine bottles, wedding gowns. When viewed
with narrowed eyes from a distance, she
appears less ambiguous where blue
might be the shadow of a breast, a lotus,

the ghost of some recent, terrible blow.
Her eyes are the sole constant in a face
which shifts like white sand over shale
in the wind, a slurry of volcanic glass.
They've become quite the host, her many
disparate aspects, best approached alone
and out of sequence. I dread to think

of them lined up in a chronological arc
from girlhood to its distant, mad conclusion,
each cell a


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FriedDay Features #6: Guinea Pigs

Fri May 24, 2013, 3:00 AM

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Hello guys, This FriedDay i'm featuring Guinea pigs - related artworks from the dA photography gallery. I personally love guinea pigs so much. I got 2 on Christmas 2012 and then in april they gave birth to 3 little piglets. But then the weather here got really hot and I had to send them to a farm in a mountain. Will be getting them back during winter. I missed them to much so I decided to dedicate this feature for the love of piglets :heart: Hope you enjoy this article post and spread some love.














And last but not least;






tumblr lvhuuq55N71qhoyau by ^SRudy

Happy FriedDay!





Anthropomorphic Art In Literature


An often widely over looked section from the Anthro Gallery, the literature community holds a great array of fantastic stories! So without further adue, here are some great literature features from the Anthro community!


 
Karal'e - Chapter One by ~VagabondMike 





Have another piece of anthro literature to share? Please share and post your links here! I would love to feature them!




Anthropomorphic Fursuits - Quadsuits 


As per request of the community I would love to include a feature of Quadsuits that weren't included in my previous article in regards to fursuits. So what is a Quadsuit? A quad suit, quadsuit or quad costume is a fursuit that utilizes the wearer's arms as forelegs which assume the position of a quadruped character's own forelegs on the same ground or surface as the character's hindlegs. Such suits, which are less common than biped fursuits, are used in order to further impress individuals with a more "animalistic" (hence, realistic) pose and manner of movement.


Baby Mammoth Quadsuit by *LilleahWestrealistic wolf quadsuit by ~RadyWolf




 



Matsuri Hino's done it AGAIN! Another crappy ending from the vk creator herself. I was not amused with the final chapter of vk. I gotta say her story writing is crappy and full of trash. Every time she writes tragic endings for vk, she always breaks my heart BADLY. She should've not made the decision of becoming a manga artist in the first place. I knew she would screw up for chapter 93, I knew it......Chapter 93 was 10- no 20 times worse than light yagami's death in the final chapter of death note. Seriously, is she that uncharismatic??? No one write a crappy ending like that! It was nothing!!!!!  Okay matsuri hino you need to step up your game and find a better storywriter and while you are still making the illustrations to future mangas. I've had it with your terrible story writing and it's time for you to get help from someone who knows what to put in manga. I was very upset when she came up with the idea of zero's death while kaname still lives but this time without his memories. Thank god yuki is gone because she was a weak and terrible character. R.I.P Zero you will never be forgotten...:(

Friday night Specials v5.4

Journal Entry: Fri May 24, 2013, 8:09 AM
what is STREET photography - Streets of Athens



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A weekly selection amongst the images I liked,
while browsing the Street Gallery
and I think they deserve more attention.
Enjoy them, comment on them and remember
to visit the photographers' galleries as well.

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It Came From Outer Space by *DougNZ


6875 by ~Pixelrender



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It's finally time to post my last flip

It's been a great time here and I've enjoyed every single minute of it.
That's why I've put some pics of EVERY flip I've ever made in order (when I've made them) together into this flip-series.

It took 3 days to make it!          

The song is
"Apotheosis" by Austin Wintory (JOURNEY)


Thank you very much for everything you gave me ^^

And now,
for the last time...
THANK YOU FOR READING AND WATCHING.
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If you want a pony OC of yours to be in a short comic I'm in the process of planning/sketching, read this~!

I'm currently sketching the layout of the first page (cover page already sketched, still in progress) and a thought came to mind.
I need background ponies, and I really want to include other peoples' fan characters, as this short comic will be based around my own Searchlight.

So if you have a character that you'd be willing to let me use (of course you would receive full credit for the character in the artist's comments), let me know in the comments below!

For the first page I need:
:bulletgreen: 0/2 Earth - Tea Leaf, Lullaby
:bulletpurple: 1 Unicorn
:bulletblue: 2/3 Pegasi - Storm Chaser

(non speaking on this page, though there are chances of speaking/interacting, so I'd need the owner's creative input~)

I'd prefer only 1 character per person, though I don't know if I'll get that many peoples' attention... So we'll see!
Edit: Okay so, I changed my mind just for this page. Considering I need to get it started to get any attention on it, you can have more than one character .3. So if those who have already commented want any other character in here...?

Spread the word if you can ;u; I'd love for other people to get their characters in this too...
Hi everyone! It's Neveah-chan! I decided (forced) to watch black butler for the first time last week. I watched both seasons in two days and I actually really enjoyed it.


Okay i'm not going to lie. I thought this was going to be a bit of Yaoi..
-Awkwardly Laughs- 
Turns out its really not. Which made me sightly upset because I was hoping for a bit of cielxsebastion action. (admit it. your inner yaoi fan girl was hoping for it to.)
Turns out there really isn't anything there. Sebastian only wants to eat Ciel's soul; but he actually didn't get to. 


     I was reading some of the comments on the youtube video (where I was currently watching the seasons) and a lot of people were like "I was hoping he was going to get eaten!", "I feel so bad for Sebastian!", "Oh my gosh why aren't they going to get together!!!" 
   


I'm curious to know,what are you guy's thoughts? 
Were you a bit sad like me about the cielxsebastion ending?
Are you mad because Sebastion didn't east Ciel's soul? 
Or were you happy with the ending?



Comment below! And also tell me if you've read the manga or not, i'm thinking about giving it a try. Not sure about it though. 



Kisses! xo
Neveah-chan

nota: me enorgullece decir que esta es la ultima parte del capitulo 1. no se, tengo ganas de volver esta novela en una audio novela (como esto:[link]¿que opinan? y gracias a todos los que me acompañan en esta novela (leyendo) un abrazo.

part.3:[link]

-¿de qué hablas?
-me traicionaste, arruinaste nuestra relación.
El amor es sin duda la herida más peligrosa, pues duele, sientes como se te parte el alma pero…. En realidad esa herida no está ahí. Una decepción amorosa puede obligarnos a hacer locuras, cosas que no seríamos capaces de imaginarnos.
Tras haber escuchado a Liam decir que Alice estaba enamorada de él, Mino perdió por completo la cordura, mientras corría bajo la lluvia su mente creo una historia en donde Alice y él habían sido amantes y ella le había engañado con Liam; y su mente no puedo diferenciar lo que era real a lo que no. Esto a su vez causo que Mino se llenara de ira y atacara a Alice.
Alice tragó saliva -¿Por qué haces esto?- cuestionó con voz temblorosa sin dejar de ver a los ojos a Mino –porque te amo… y si no eres mía, no serás de nadie – Vocifero mientras sus ojos caoba empezaron a desbordar lagrimas –tranquilízate…- la voz de la chica tranquilizo al joven quien empezó a bajar el arma lentamente, Alice aprovecho el movimiento para intentar correr hacia la puerta pero Mino se alertó y la sujeto de su larga cabellera castaña una vez más. Esta vez la tumbó en el  suelo, se colocó sobre ella y colocó el arma entre los ojos verdes de Alice, sentía el temblor de la mano de Mino a pesar de que le costaba diferenciarlo con su propio temblor -¿no te parece estúpido?- la voz demente de Mino hiso que a la chica le temblara hasta la mandíbula -¡¿dije que si no te parece estúpido?!- golpeó con su puño a un costado de la cabeza de Alice -¡déjame!- las  lágrimas de Mino caían a las mejillas de Alice en donde se mezclaba con las lágrimas de temor de la misma  -¿no te parece estúpido? Te amo  sin control- musito entre risas de melancolía –primero. Te matare a ti, después llamare  a la policía y por ultimo me suicidare. Así estaremos juntos para siempre mi amor- la enferma mente del chico había llegado a una etapa crítica y Alice casi podía sentir que su alma se escapaba por su pecho mientras miraba esos vacíos ojos caoba.

Liam había estado esperando por Alice un largo tiempo y había decidido buscarla cerca del colegio –esa estúpida debe estar huyendo de los deberes- Gruño entre dientes mientras caminaba por las calles, ni siquiera se imaginaba que Alice estaba en un serió peligro, y mucho menos que ella estaba justo en la tienda de la acera de enfrente.
-no hagas esto Mino, podemos estar juntos… solo déjame ir. Eso no se le hace a las personas a las que amas, a esas personas las cuidas….- lloró Alice deseando que el joven entrara en razón -¡mientes!- pegó más la pistola al rostro de la chica haciéndola cerrar los ojos del pánico que sentía, podía sentir como su corazón latía tanto que ya se encontraba en su garganta.
Liam se detuvo y miró la librería frente a él, justo la librería en la que trabajaba Alice; aunque él desconocía ese dato –debería entrar… ¡no! Debo de buscar a Alice, no la conozco bien pero… tengo la sensación de que esta en algún conflicto…- retiro su mirada platinada de la librería y empezó a caminar, pero tras algunos pasos reviró nuevamente a la tienda –no puedo creerlo…- miró fijamente un letrero que decía "Liam Cross. Nueva novela ligera" -¡necesitó una copia de mi novela ligera! Tengo que presumírsela a Alice!-  con tranquilidad cruzo la desértica calle pero al tratar de abrir la puerta noto que estaba cerrada –que mal…- murmuro. Pero una voz conocida resonó en sus oídos –Tu no quieres hacer esto Mino… déjame marchar- era un tono de suplica, con frenética desesperación; Liam se asomó para ver hacia adentro y vio a Alice acorralada por un chico de cabellera castaña, el mismo de esa mañana.
-ya no fuiste la misma de ese hombre… ¿Por qué Alice? Si me lo hubieras permitido.. yo, yo hubiera curado tu corazón- Mino hacercó su rostro al de la chica hasta que ella sintió la respiración de él en su pálido rostro. Liam dio unos pasos atrás para tomar impulso y corrió hacia la puerta de cristal justo al mismo momento en que Mino se disponía a besar a Alice quien lloraba desconsolada -¡Aléjate de ella!- gritó Liam mientras rompía el cristal con su hombro derecho. Liam reviró a él con susto, Alice aprovecho el momento para coger un trozó de madera de aquel estante que Mino había roto y lo golpeo con fuerza en la cabeza dejándolo aturdido y dándole oportunidad a Liam para lanzarse sobre él y empezar a golpearlo, Mino respondió con un puñetazo en la nariz de Liam rompiéndola y haciendo sangre carmín brotara, pero ojos platinados ignoro el dolor y le tumbó consecutivos golpes en la boca del estómago –¡Mino suelta a Liam!- Exclamó Alice sosteniendo el arma que Mino había dejado caer al ser golpeado por la madera. Las manos de Alice temblaban tanto como sus dientes pero pudo disparar. La bala rozó la cabellera de Liam apenas, pero fue suficiente distancia para herir el hombro de Mino dejándolo inconsciente del dolor.
Alice cayó de rodillas al suelo y se echó a llorar mientras Liam gateaba hacia ella y la abrazaba con fuerza mientras su abrazó era correspondido, las cálidas manos de Liam eran muy reconfortantes, el pelinegro recargo su mentón en la cabeza de la chica a pesar de que su nariz dolía como los mil demonios, él también se sentía reconfortado en ese momento. Deslizo su  rostro por la tersa cabellera de Alice hasta quedar junto a su oído y musito dulcemente -tranquila… ya  ha pasado-
-gracias por salvarme- sollozó la chica con apenas un hilo de voz abrazándose más fuerte a la cintura del joven, haciéndole sentir un cosquilleó recorrerle por la columna. Alice no podía dejar de temblar aun, aunque estaba segura de que ya todo había terminado.

La noche  ya había caído para cuando la ambulancia había terminado de revisar a los chicos de sus heridas de batalla.
Mino no volvería a molestar a Alice debido a una orden de restricción en su  vida y eso hiso sentir a  Liam tranquilo, a pesar de que no era de su incumbencia, cosa que él no podía entender pero no se mataría pensándolo.
Un Enfermero de se acercó a Liam con Alice en sus brazos –tu novia se ah dormido a causa de un sedante, eso la tranquilizara…-
-ella no es… - el chico se tornó inhabilitado vocalmente cuando vio a la chica dormida en los brazos del enfermero, sus largas pestañas, sus labios rojos como pétalos de rosa, sus mejillas sonrosadas y su piel blanca. Se veía tan frágil, la acogió entre sus brazos  sin poder dejar de verla. El enfermero le sonrió a Liam y lo felicitó –es afortunada de tener un novio que le cuide-
Liam caminó hacia la casa de Alice con ella entre sus brazos y con su cabeza recargada en el pecho, el podía escuchar su respiración y sentía quererla proteger siempre …entonces como un golpe en su cabeza llego una pregunta ¿él la había querido salvar? En realidad, Liam no había visto a Alice en peligro, lo que realmente paso por su mente en ese momento fue que ella estaba con su novio ¿Por qué había actuado con esa agresividad? El chico río en mudo y volvió a ver a Alice. Esa pregunta la dejaría para algún otro día.
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