Adventures Drawing Novels & Stories

He pulled a folded paper from his backpack and handed it over proudly. Adrian opened it. The drawing showed a large airplane flying through clouds again, but this time there were three stick figures inside. Adrian looked closer. “Who are they?” he asked. Ethan pointed proudly. “That’s me.” Adrian nodded. “And this one?” “That’s Mom.” Adrian hesitated before asking the last question. “And the third one?” Ethan shrugged. “I don’t know yet.” Something about the innocent answer hit Adrian unexpectedly. He folded the paper carefully.

It feels like survival. Noah is at the table. Drawing dinosaurs. His tongue is sticking out in concentration. His little hand moves across the paper with purpose. He's making a T-Rex. It's his favorite. He's been drawing them since we brought him home. They're everywhere now. On the fridge. On the walls. On the floor. In our hearts. They're a part of our home.

I stopped his hand. "Okay," Pearl answered immediately. We hung out there for a bit and when the class was about to start, we went to our classroom. As soon as we arrived, our classmates, especially Pearl, started looking at us. They were wondering who the boy was with me. They all looked at Pearl and me. I didn't pay attention to them anymore. I just went to my seat and I took a seat for Pearl and put it next to me. Yuwe wasn't there yet so I just gave Pearl a pencil and paper to do something about it. And something was done. She is trying to draw but it just looks like scribbles. Shapeless, cannot be called abstract. It looks like an unknown style of drawing hahaha.

It got to a state that the sculptures started scaring some pirates, I did not know what was scary about those sculptures anyway as for they are just inanimate sculpture, some makes bad face, some are making scary face, some are making a lovely face and some are even playing music, some seems to be dancing, some are playing. It got to a state that I was getting so amazed about the kind of people that made those things. I was getting curious and as I am kind that does not let anything desperate in me to keep bothering me, that is why Sorcerer complains me to be so curious and, my mom also complains that am so inquisitive, even my principal complains of my inquisitiveness. My school library kee

How to win her back. He picked up the small sketch from his desk, worn at the edges from years of use. It was one of Christine’s earliest works for her new designs at DreamSpace it was the first design drawings she had ever imagined. Pencil lines were slightly smudged, erased areas faintly visible, marks of effort, thought, and youthful determination. Adrian traced one line with his thumb, feeling the indentations in the paper, almost feeling the presence of her hands shaping her dreams.

The walls were rough, carved by hands that had worked long before any of us were born. “This was never in the blueprints,” Adrian murmured. We moved on slowly. The tunnel narrowed, the ceiling lowering until Leo had to duck. Ahead, water slowly dripped, and each drop was audible in the silence. My heart beat in my ears, steady but hard, like it was warning me. Then I saw it. A small chalk drawing on the wall. I stopped so fast Adrian nearly ran into me. “What is it?” he asked. I didn’t answer. The drawing was simple, uneven lines forming a crooked house with a sun in the corner. Beside it was a stick figure holding another’s hand. The smaller one had long hair.

Tabitha’s POV We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.

Edwin opened the live stream app. After creating an account on it, Edwin hesitated for a second before nicknaming himself as "Tail's Dad", and then he watched Tail's live stream. Tail was drawing. She zoomed out a little. There were a large number of paint boxes and crayons on the table. Then, she finished a crayon drawing. In the crayon drawing, three adults and a child were going out for spring vacation. The sun was shining brightly, the grass was green, the river burbled, and the butterflies were flying about. It was so beautiful.

I said, watching a pair of swans glide past the shoreline. "Something I wouldn't guess." Andre thought about it for a long moment, kicking a loose stone off the path. "I can draw. Not just doodle in the margins of my notebook during lectures." "Alright, let me see your talent." He pulled a small sketchpad and pencil from his bag, an old, worn thing that clearly traveled with him more often than I'd realized, and gestured toward a nearby bench. "Here." We sat down, and he showed me a collection of his work. They were breathtaking.

He sat. He looked at the star Liam had drawn at the top of the fresh page. He looked at her. He picked up the crayon. He looked at the page. He began to draw. She watched him. He drew slowly. He drew nine figures first. The same nine. All of them. Then he drew a tenth. Small. In the space below the seventh. He gave it curly hair because Ada's curls deserved to be there from the beginning. He looked at the name in the seventh figure's space.