Adventurous Drawings Novels & Stories

The forceful Alpha that they were used to seeing appeared tired, like he was carrying some heavy load in his chest. So the children came up with a plan. That afternoon, Zarina was busy in the kitchen, while Asher remained at the back by the river, staring at it. The children hushed each other and gathered colored pencils, paper, and wildflowers from the edge of the forest. They drew—of running wolves under the moon, of hands clasped together in a family circle, of a tall towering man with two little ones hugging his legs. They picked daisies and put them in small cups. One child made a clumsy banner with the words:

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.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.

She walked up to them and laughed out; they looked as if they were made by some kid. There were many such drawings carefully framed and decorated on the wall; there were drawings of mountains, houses, something that looked like elephant, flowers and apple. Bee was a brilliant artist and couldn't stop herself from criticizing them. She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?"

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.

she finishes triumphantly. I gape at the pages, reviewing everything the folder holds: several drawings of the mountain and the territory, photos of the pack land, the caves, and packmembers. “This is amazing,” I breathe out and use the whole surface of the wall table to pace the papers out. “It gets better,” Mom steps beside me and flips to the last page to point out a paragraph for me.

I thought I secretly did that but now I know he observed everything thing. I sat on the ground and looked carefully at the gift. Did he really gift me because of my behaviour or because he didn't want to get his walls dirty. I took the basket on one hand and the sketches on the other and walked towards the house. Our house was surrounded with forests and mountains. So most of my drawing was about mountains and forests. *** "If you don't like them we can get another one" Loren said breaking me out my thought his eyes were searching for mine. He was done with his files and his focus was on me. I was so happy seeing them that I couldn't speak when Loren didn't get a reply.

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

They’re deciding which of Autumn’s favorite things to pack for her trip. “What’s that?” Neveah asks, her voice soft but curious, as she points to a white parchment in Autumn’s small hands. “It’s a drawing of my mommy, me, and Daddy,” Autumn says, cradling the paper like a precious treasure. Her voice is filled with pride. “Look, Gammy, I painted it too!” I watch as Autumn carefully unfolds the drawing, holding it out for Neveah to see. It’s a simple picture, the kind only a child could create—stick figures with bright splashes of color and hearts floating in the sky.