30 Days Challenge Drawing Novels & Stories

"Keep going." "I'm scared." "Keep going." "I'm loved." Cole smiled. "Keep going." "I'm an artist. A barista. A boyfriend. A friend." "Keep going." "I'm someone who survived. Someone who fought. Someone who didn't give up." "Keep going." "I'm Jay." Cole took my hand. "Then draw Jay." I picked up my pencil. Started drawing. The piece took three days. When it was finished, I looked at it for a long time.

The woman at the front desk smiled when Flynn paid for two and handed us mini easels, pencils, and two packs of coloring. “What should we draw?” I asked when we sat across from each other. Flynn let his gaze trail across me once. “How about we draw each other? Then we judge each other’s drawings at the end.” My veins thrummed in excitement. I loved a good challenge. “How long?” “Twenty minutes. I’ll set a timer.” He tapped a few buttons on his phone before setting it between us. I started sketching immediately. I’d always been decent at drawing. It was nothing professional since I was going to be a doctor anyway, but I’d been doing rough sketches since I was a child.

“I’ll make it happen.” “You had better...” He stepped closer, his eyes flashing a menacing, dark red, burning with pure malice. “Because I am losing my patience and I’m starting to consider far more dangerous alternatives.” “Give me ninety days,” I requested quickly. That was the duration of the challenge, more than enough time for me to deliver what he wanted. He stared down at me, weighing my words. “Ninety days... I’ll be counting.” He brushed past me and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. But before he reached the doorway, he paused and called my name again.

"We have three more presentations today. Make sure you keep your notes clean." I closed my eyes, a silent sob catching in my throat as my body continued to throb with the aftershocks of the climax. I gripped my pen, my dress soaked beneath me, knowing with absolute certainty that the sixty-day challenge wasn't just a countdown anymore. It was a systematic execution of my sanity. And I was loving every single second of it.

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My throat closed. Other side: "ROOM 412 - DAY 1" "Nico—" "I know it's stupid—" "It's not stupid. It's—" I hugged him so hard we fell off chair. My gift for him: I drew us. I'm bad at drawing. Really bad. It's us on our couch. Our plants. Our bad IKEA shelf. On back: "Day 1 to Day 180. We survived." He stared at it for long time. "Babe you drew me with 6 fingers."

But I wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated. “Then make your own version,” I finally said. “Let’s see who does it better.” Aaric smiled with triumph. “Challenge accepted.” He stepped away from the concrete divider and crouched down, pulling a black leather notebook from his backpack. With smooth, swift motions, he started drawing clean, precise lines—more mechanical than my free, emotional sketches. I watched every move, captivated despite myself.

“Alright. I’ll try.” “Good.” She reached out and squeezed my arm gently. She squeezed my shoulder. "You've got two weeks. But bring me a sketch by the end of the week. Even if it’s unfinished. I trust you, Lisa.” After she left, I stood still for a long time. A sketch by the end of the week. That was five days. Five days to come up with something meaningful when I couldn’t even figure out what to eat for lunch without second-guessing myself.

Annalise’s POV Three Days Later I sat behind my desk, absently scrolling through the World Designer's Forum on the tablet resting in my hands. A newly pinned announcement occupied the top of the page. [The second round of the Crown Collection Challenge will officially close in three days. All submitted designs are currently under review. The list of designers advancing to the third round will be announced after the evaluation process concludes.] My thumb stopped moving. Three days. The comment section was already exploding. “The first round eliminated over ten thousand participants. Out of the remaining 1,532 designers, how many do you think will survive this round?”

"In the spirit of true creative competition, we will break the tie with a final test as said earlier to determine who will stay or leave. Cassia and Junie will face a sudden design challenge...a test of raw skill, speed, and creativity. You’ll have 30 minutes to design a conceptual sketch of a project inspired by a single word we provide. No templates, no technology. Pure, unfiltered creativity." Junie let out a small scoff, adjusting the buttons of her shirt, then smiled as if she had already won the challenge. "Sounds fair enough. What’s the word?" she asked, growing impatient. The judge smiled, a hint of challenge in his eyes. "The word is... 'connection,'" he said. "Connection? Is that a