Adventures Drawing Novels & Stories

Then, she swiped the notification away. Erased. “Look, Mommy!” Adrian held up his drawing. “This is our family!” The picture showed a tall man, a beautiful woman, and a little boy. They were standing in front of a castle, under a blue sky. Jennifer kissed her son’s forehead gently. “It’s beautiful, baby.” Julian leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face as he watched them. He knelt, ruffling Adrian’s hair. “A masterpiece for the gallery, little man.” His gaze then shifted to Jennifer, his eyes full of a quiet, profound love.

He digs a small notebook out of his pocket and scribbles. I inch closer to peek over his shoulder. He’s sketching a very rudimentary diagram of the valley. “What are you doing?” He blinks up. His lips curve ruefully, and he holds up his drawing. It looks like a stick figure with a triangle for its head. I plop down next to him and snag my backpack. It feels nice to sit. I usually meander, but I’ve been pushing myself so Cadoc doesn’t slow himself to a patronizing crawl, and he has a much longer stride than I do.

“Hey buddy! How are you?” He bit his lip, suddenly shy. "I'll miss you, Sister! Come back soon.” Before I could reply, he turned to Xeros and handed him something– more like, pushed something into his hand. Before we could ask anything, he darted away. Xeros carefully unfolded the paper, and I found myself peeking over his arm in curiosity. But never could have prepared me for what I found: it was a drawing , with me, Xeros and Adam. Adam had drawn himself smiling in the center, clutching both our hands as we ran through the rain and storms together.

Kabir asked, placing his hands gently on Kavish's shoulders. Kavish looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm making a family drawing, Daddy! See!" He proudly turned the paper toward Kabir, revealing a colorful array of bear-like figures, each one distinctly different in size. Above each bear, he had written names with arrows pointing to their respective figures: Edhaa, Kavish, Mumma, and Daddy. Kabir's heart swelled with warmth as he took in the artwork. "Wow! Breaking all the crockery kind of helped, huh?" he chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

Victor’s POV As we stepped into Emily's new apartment, laughter filled the air. We had just come back from picking up her son Adrian from school. The little guy was bubbling with excitement, showing off his latest crayon masterpiece. “Look, Uncle Victor! I drew a dinosaur!” Adrian exclaimed, waving his colorful drawing in the air. “Wow, that's impressive, buddy!” I said, kneeling down to his level to get a better look. “Is this a T-Rex or a Brontosaurus?”

So that means getting going now. Having a blank page for a commission, and getting started on it, that’s two different things. After wasting most of my free period staring at a large white rectangle, I give up and start doodling in a sketchpad instead. Sketches of faces, mostly. The Pack. Imogen. Mom. The college staff. My tutor, Mrs Bird, as a Sergeant Major in a feathery rainbow uniform, strutting around bellowing orders. Jade as a crow, teaching crow martial arts to a bunch of baby crows. Mary in a Cinderella ball gown. Reese as a tiger. Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier.

We stood in the particular silence of two people who had accumulated an entire day's worth of things neither of them was ready to name yet, and the pale corridor light sat on us both, and from behind the classroom door came the cheerful sound of Noé explaining something to someone with great confidence. After a moment Adrien turned back toward the door. I followed. Inside, Noé looked up from his drawing and saw us come back in together and his face did the thing it did, that open uncomplicated brightness, and he held up the paper. He had drawn three figures. A tall one, a small one, and one in a cream coat in the middle. Underneath it in his careful seven-year-old handwriting, he had written

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

She still didn’t trust Adrian completely, but seeing Liam’s happiness made it hard to push him away. She closed the door and turned around, watching as Liam pulled Adrian toward the living room. “Come, sit here!” Liam said, pointing to the couch. Adrian sat down, and Liam ran to grab a stack of papers from the coffee table. He held them up proudly. “These are my drawings!” Adrian took the papers, flipping through them one by one. He smiled as he studied each one. “Wow, these are amazing, Liam. You’re really talented.” Liam beamed. “Do you like this one?” He pointed to a drawing of a tall man holding hands with a smaller boy. The details weren’t clear, but Nadine knew exactly who it was suppo

All the rules and lines he drew for me became meaningless when they reached Ivy. I smiled and looked at Ivy. "Ivy, I've heard so much about you." Simon's face darkened. "Maren, why are you being so passive-aggressive?" I looked at him in mild surprise. I really wasn't being passive-aggressive. I truly had heard her name many times. The first time was on my birthday. I had booked a restaurant half a month in advance. Simon suddenly said Ivy had watched a horror movie and was too scared to sleep, so he had to go comfort her.