Adventures Drawing Novels & Stories

she said " To answer your question, I choose this position because it is great and perfect for a drawing," he said as he placed the pencil he was using in the pencil cup He took the pencil liner and traced the sketching to the perfect image. When he was done,he dusted the drawing with a brush instead of his hand . " I'm done," he said, and even before he could finish his sentence, Adriena got up from her seat and stretched her body She stretched herself in different directions, and when she was convinced that all her stiff muscles were been strengthened,she ventured towards Carnelian to see the drawing

*Aria's POV* By noon, the bakery slowed down. Adrian sat drawing in his sketchbook at one of the tables, tongue poking out in concentration. He looked peaceful. Safe. "Mommy," he asked suddenly, "can we get hot chocolate later?" "Yes," I said, brushing his curls. "After your nap." He smiled proudly, holding up his drawing. It was of a goat. With very sharp horns. "Very intimidating," I told him. He giggled and went back to coloring.

Adrian hesitated before answering. “Because sometimes adults make complicated decisions.” My child thought about that. “Do you still know how to come here?” “Yes,” he said gently. “I do.” They nodded. “That’s good.” Another small silence passed. Then my child held up their drawing from school. “Look! I made a rocket.” Adrian leaned closer to the screen. “That’s amazing.” “You like it?” “I love it.” My child smiled proudly. “I made it in art class.” “You’re very talented.”

Right as he was caught up in his thoughts, Kelvin felt a little tug at his sleeve and quickly turn toward the children's safety beside him. Aiden had lifted his drawing board and turned towards Kelvin excitedly. On the blank, white canvas, he drew a man and a woman holding the hands of a young child between them. The skies were blue, the grass was green and the sun was golden yellow in color in the drawing; it was a beautiful sight to be held. When Kelvin saw this, he was stunned by what he had drawn. “Aiden! Do you want to have a mommy?

"Forty five minutes, buddy. You can make it." He swats my hand away, no doubt detecting the mockery behind my tone. I laugh and take a notepad out of my backpack. I grab a pencil and start drawing. No, don't get the idea that I can draw, because I can't. I get distracted from a figure that looks like Popeye by a long shot -a very long shot- when the door opens and I hear shuffling into the room. I look up to see who our late guests are, to see Jude Walker and Cole Adams come into the room.

Nora was all cozied up in her new room, wrapped in blankets, sound asleep, while Amelia was roaming the halls trying to find some sleep of her own that just wouldn’t come. She ended up noticing Adrian in the den. At first, he didn’t see her. His back was to her, and he had a notebook on his lap, pencil going back and forth as he focused. He looked a bit tense, lips parted. She crept a little closer, not really sure why she was holding her breath. “What’re you drawing?” Adrian jumped a little, then flipped the notebook over and closed it. “Nothing. Just some doodles.” “You don’t doodle,” Amelia said, stepping up next to him. “You sketch.”

The throwing stopped completely. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Noah turn his head. He looked at me, then at the massive pad of paper in my lap. I kept sketching, my hand flying across the page as I outlined a massive, whimsical treehouse with spiral staircases and a slide that dipped into a glowing pond. It was the kind of architecture that didn't care about budgets or reality. Slowly—so slowly it felt like watching a turtle cross a road—Noah crawled over. He stopped about two feet away, hovering, his eyes wide as he stared at the drawing.