Adventures Drawing Novels & Stories

“This one is named Moonlight Tears.” Then the next. “This is Queen’s Promise.” Another. “Star Whisper.” Then “Ocean Crown.” And “Celestial Hearts.” Adrian’s eyes widened with each sheet. He lifted one drawing slowly… as if afraid to damage it. His jaw tightened not in anger but in shock. “These…” he whispered. He leaned back, fingers pressing against the paper. Only he knew how much the company was silently struggling. How badly he needed something new. Something fresh. Something like… her.

The sky was a wide sheet of pale blue as spring progressed slowly into the little village. The final remains of winter had been swept clean by the last storm, and with its loss, something between Adrian and Elara had changed—almost without realizing it to either, but deeply. Adrian sat outside the cottage, fingers charcoal-blackened as he rubbed them over the paper to draw the shape of a fox he'd spotted earlier along the edge of the treeline. He sat still, intent, even when his mind wandered easily. It was a different sort of therapy, these still hours and painting. Before, he was rewarded for appearances; now, he was soothed by art.

He just told me I would be safe with him in New York. “Mom?” Adrian’s voice snapped me back to earth, and I tilted my head as he walked into my home office. “Hey, baby. Are you done with your drawings?” I got up and picked him up. His homeschool teacher was still around and wouldn’t be done until after an hour. “Miss Lynn told me to play because I was done drawing. Look at what I made,” he smiled proudly, handing me a piece of paper. I set him down and went to sit on the couch. Then I took the drawing and looked at it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw what was in it.

With wide-eyed wonder, they traced the contours of a love story captured in faded photographs—the echoes of laughter, the shared glances, and the intricate dance of a past that seemed both distant and vivid. Amidst the flurry of preparations, we created a ritual—a nightly routine where we gathered on the living room floor, surrounded by a sea of open boxes. With crayons and paper in hand, we sketched our visions for the future, each drawing encapsulating the dreams and aspirations that defined us. Noah's sketches often featured towering skyscrapers and hidden treasures, while Olivia's delicate drawings depicted blooming gardens and intricate patterns.

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.

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.

Audrey said "I have to admit you're really good at expressing yourself, this is like a visual diary. I mean most of the drawings are like..." "Like they're showing my hurt?" Audrey asked "Yeah, I mean you look sad in most of the family's paintings." Adrian said "If I decide to paint how I feel right now... It would be something from the past." Audrey said "What past?" Adrian asked "I'll show you some other time. Oh I'll also show you a sketch from when we were kids." Audrey said

After taking a short nap I went over to Louise’s room to hang out. I knocked on the door and opened it before she said anything. What I seen as soon as I walked in was amazing. I’ve never seen this girl draw before the visions started but saying she amazing is an understatement. She had a huge canvas sat up on an easel, it was a drawing of snow-covered mountains, with a large log cabin at the base. With a family of wolves running around, a huge lavender field, I think, to the left of the cabin and a dense forest to the right. Birds flying in the sunset of the sky. It was gorgeous. “How do you like it?” Louise asked coming out of the bathroom.