Adventurous Drawings Novels & Stories

You kept me hidden. Drawn from the back:him shielding her,his body turned just enough to block every angle. Card10: Moon Visual.You came with me.I was so happy that day. A soft,dreamy sketch of the suspended moon and two small silhouettes beneath it. Card11: Mobius ring.Our rings. A delicate line drawing of two intertwined bands.No beginning.No end. Adrian’s fingers lingered on the last card longer than the others. Then,slowly,he lifted his gaze.

Tell me. Chloe carefully unrolled a large sheet of paper on the grass. It showed a big vision board full of drawings, paint colors, and little notes in her nice handwriting. This is my dream gallery, Chloe said with excitement, her cheeks a bit red. A gallery for local artists, a place where anyone can show their art, no matter their background. Michelle sat next to her, looking at the drawings closely. Chloe, this is amazing. I thought maybe... one day, Chloe said softly, when I have enough money, when I feel brave enough.

It was far quieter than the suffocating clamor of the Omega barracks, and for the first time in years, I had time to myself. I started drawing. It was a secret, instinctive urge, a way to anchor myself to something real. I would find spare scraps of official parchment paper that smelled faintly of ink and power and use a discarded piece of charcoal I found near the hearth. I didn't draw people, I drew forests and wolves. Freedom. Dense, ancient trees with light filtering through the canopy, the kind of untamed wilderness I saw only through Kael's balcony window. It was where my mind felt safest.

Max asked, his hands busy hugging a large box of new drawing supplies. "What, baby?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't wait for my answer before continuing. "I'm going to draw a tall mountain, a big ship, and a dinosaur that's friends with a robot!" he squealed with delight, his eyes sparkling. "I have lots of drawing paper now, Mommy. Doctor Jacob is so cool. He gave me all this!" I chuckled, shaking my head lightly. "Be careful not to use too much of your paper, Max. You should save some for later."

But they all grabbed a marker pen and started drawing anywhere they could reach. They all seemed to know what they were drawing. When they finished drawing their individual pictures, they went to a larger blank wall. Where Max drew a big circle, Eden then drew a slightly smaller circle inside of it. Before Jaxon drew some lines connecting the circles. It made it look a little like a clock. But Eden added some wavy lines at the bottom of it. When they finished, they went to a sofa, curled up with Evie and cried. I looked at their pictures. Max had drawn a man’s shaver but with small lightening bolts coming off it, Jaxon had drawn a bucket and Eden had drawn a knife.

] The post had just gone up when a new friend request popped up at the top of my phone. I opened it. The profile picture was a girl standing with her back to the camera by the sea. At first, I only thought it looked familiar. Then I noticed the strip of ocean in the upper-right corner of the photo, and realization hit me. That was exactly Simon's profile picture. I used to tease him for being so old-fashioned at such a young age, using a landscape as his avatar. Only now did I understand. It had never been a landscape. It was a cropped corner from Ivy's photo.

Hopefully, she saves herself and me the stress and just tells me what she had on her mind. "I like the ones where..." She gulps and tugs on her bottom lip. "I have a butt plug in my ass." Her legs press together and she pushes herself back into my chest. My imaginations are wild. I don't just stop at drawing what I see. I also envision what I would like to happen and draw them in my sketchbooks. Recently, I've gotten obsessed with drawing Celestine with something shoved in her ass. Be it a toy or my finger.

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.

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.