30 Days Challenge Drawing Novels & Stories

"This is a test of your skill, endurance, and commitment. If you cannot handle the pressure, you are free to leave now." No one moved. "Good. Your time begins now." A horn sounded. While others were still complaining, I immediately started sketching. I had no time to waste on protests. Isabelle walked past my station. "Good luck, darling. Try not to faint too early. It would be embarrassing." I didn't respond. I just kept drawing. My legs already ached, and it had only been thirty minutes. This was going to be hell. ~FIVE HOURS LATER~

There’s no way this can last; no way he won’t tire of this soon. That’s why I’ve been sketching so furiously, filling a whole new book just with Kyle, drawing him until my hand cramps and my eyes itch with fatigue. The last seven days have been the most productive in my whole artistic life, and it’s because there’s an imaginary clock ticking down in my brain.

"You promised to draw something for me." "Yeah, about that." I settle on his thighs. "I drew something." I put my hands into my pocket and bring out the sketchpad, turning to the page of the couple at sunrise. I hold my breath and wait for him to give his opinion on it. "I haven't drawn in almost fifteen months. So, be kind with your criticism."

"We really appreciate it." She hung up and turned to me with a smile. "Dorian sent food and fresh clothes through his housekeeper," she explained. "They should be here within the hour." I nodded and gathered my strength to say what I needed to say. "It seems you've been calm all along about something," I observed. "What is it?" Danika looked at me carefully before speaking. "The thirty days are almost over Chelley," she stated. "There's only twenty days left of your contract with Jason, and I think you should use them wisely."

he paused, and my blood froze with it. I swallowed blankly, and my face turned red from nervousness and also excitement for what was about to happen, but also worried for what rules Marcus would give because I'm sure he wouldn't let me go, and I’m right as his next words confirmed my guess. Marcus looked at me indifferently, his eyes narrowed briefly, then darkened after that which made my heart sink, then the corner of his lips suddenly curled in a smile that caused my pulse to rise. “No distraction! I’ll give you only 30 minutes to draw a perfect image, and if you get distracted and aren't able to show me what was drawn,”

“No exceptions. No excuses. And no ending it early.” The room becomes still. Not in a big way. But enough. Thirty days. It’s longer than a joke. Long enough to be a problem. Long enough to matter. “And if I refuse?” I ask. Adrian’s eyes meet mine, steady and unbothered. “You won’t.” He’s right. Refusing would be… unnecessary. This isn’t a situation that needs avoiding. It’s a small problem. Easy to handle and temporary. Thirty days is not much in the grand scheme of things. And relationships— are not important.

"Esther, the maid told me you were drawing in the studio this morning. How was it? Did you have inspiration?" "Yeah." Perhaps because her love life was difficult, Esther was inspired as soon as she sat down at the work table. She had drawn ten sketches in just over an hour, completing one almost every six to seven minutes.

Vanessa kneeled as she beg. "Mom. Let her stay and finish those sketches. We need those designs tomorrow since the factory will start making it. We also had a deadline until Friday which is three days from now to show the client about the seventy sample designs." Nia step up. She couldn't draw all of those designs in just a couple of hours by her own!

Declared Mrs Bitwick, it was one of the things she does with her students to test our skills of us. Like a bomb drop an island can do many things as things are happening around me Cole grabbed his Pen forcefully and took out his notebook from his bag. Then he flipped some pages of it without realizing that I'm staring at him. He started writing in his notebook with a serious look on his face as if he was going to do something rebellious.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.