Adventures Drawing Novels & Stories

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

She’d taken an interest in drawing lately, and it had stuck more than her previous interests had. But then again, she’s only five. There was plenty of time for her to find herself yet. “This is me, this is Mommy, this is Daddy, this is you Uncle Kells, and Aunt Gemi, Simon, Sawyer and Sadie,” she frowns. “I couldn’t draw Uncle Haden and Aunt Gemi big, so they are small.” She points to the smaller figures at the side. I notice another figure drawn in between Lucy and the figure who is supposed to be me, smaller than everyone and beaming.

A handful of graphite pens. My fingers curl around the paper. The memory hits me like a physical blow to the solar plexus. The shoe designs. The factory layouts. The stitches. I know exactly how to draw them. I know the exact measurements. I let out a soft, involuntary breath, my lips curving into a wide smile as I stare at the page. "Betty?" The uncertainty in Adriel's voice is like a cold drop of water down my spine. I stiffen, but it is too late. I have already let the smile stay on my face for too long. I turn my head slowly, the drawing pad still clutched tightly against my ribs.

Wake up so we can play. "Mommy, do you think Emory will like this one?" He held up a drawing of a T-Rex and a pterodactyl flying together through a starry sky. "It's us. I'm the T-Rex. She's the pterodactyl. We're having an adventure." Clara, who had just emerged from Emory's room to refill her coffee, knelt down beside him. "It's beautiful, baby. She's going to love it."

Elias was sitting on the floor, showing Hope his drawings. "This is my dinosaur collection," Elias said proudly. Hope smiled. "You drew all of these?" "Yes." Elias pointed at one picture. "This one is my favorite." "What is it?" "A family." Hope looked closer. The drawing was simple. A childlike picture of four people holding hands. A father. A mother. A boy. A girl. Adrian saw it from across the room. His chest tightened. A family. The one thing he had wanted more than anything. Then suddenly...

Sitting in the empty house, there wasn't much else to do. Arder walked down the narrow hallway that had the backdoor at the end, and stopped at the closed door next to it. Out of pure boredom, she decided to look around. Inside the room was a bedroom that seemed to also be an office. There were all the normal things such as a bed and dresser, but then also a desk. It had a layer of dust across it, with papers and pens scattered all around. Arder sat down in the chair that was left with it, and picked up one of the pens. She dragged it across a small ripped paper, for the chance that it still had ink. After drawing a few invisible lines, the ink slowly started to appear. With nothing else to

Instead I heard giggles, grunts and laughter sounding from the inner chambers even before I set foot into the chambers. I stopped in my tracks and smiled. Adrian was spending quality time with his kids. No matter how busy he was, he cut out of his schedule and enjoyed quality time with them. I stood for a moment and relished their sounds. I kept my tea cup carefully at the dinning table before walking into the inner chambers. There were a lot of colour pencils and crayons scttered around, on the bed, the floor, side table, everywhere. The twins had drawn what appeared to be disaster on their brown book, their own perfect image of what looked like Adrian and I.

Across from us, Clay was already asleep, noise-canceling headphones askew and a half-full bag of pretzels clutched in his palm. I pulled my sketchbook out of my bag. Its pages carried the stains of snow, firelight, and fear—each a testament to moments between chaos and resilient hope. But this page, I resolved, would be different. As I began to draw, I felt the pencil glide effortlessly across the paper as if it possessed a wisdom greater than mine. I created a silhouette of pine trees, their forms reclaimed by the gentle embrace of snow and the promise of bloom. The roots delved deep into a mountain of layered fabric swatches—canvas, hemp, wool, silk—textiles that whispered tales of enduran

Dad : first time I would see you with friend He smile i smile and i get to the car Dad : care if i-give you a ride New guy : not really necessary i would like to use my leg He start walking Dad : where are you going to New guy : avenue J Dad : whatt on leg (dad seem so-surprised) Jasmine : why are you amazed Dad: Avenue J is three time far from our house to school Jasmine : this can't be true He have already start walking home My dad ignite the engine and zoooooom Since i got no other work to do I start reading as usually and i can see am getting everything into my head i take a cab and goes into a book selling shop i start finding a book that teaches in the aspect of drawing I found one and