Adventurous Drawings Novels & Stories

My bags are packed, Mirabelle packed for me and right now she's asleep, she wanted to sleep early tonight to rest well for the trip. I close my math book and take a look at my art book, I hate art and this assignment is shitty, I can't fucking draw a tattoo design that I haven't seen before. I let out a sigh and begin doodling on my notepad, I want to draw something that showcases both evil and good like- The door to my bedroom crashes to the ground, revealing Adrian on the other side of it. I take off my headphones and look down at the door. I actually liked this door and I thought it was strong but I guess not.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

The sound of the charcoal scratching against the paper was like a fingernail on Adrian’s brain. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. "Stop that," Adrian said, his eyes still fixed on the wall. "Stop what? Breathing? Existing?" "The noise. It’s disruptive." "It’s art, Adrian. Try it sometime. It’s better than staring at a white wall like a serial killer." Adrian turned his head, intending to confiscate the pad. But his eyes landed on the drawing. It wasn't a mural. It wasn't abstract.

Jordan sat stiffly trying to maintain a straight face while the tiny girl draw him, he knew it was a recipe for disaster the moment he suggested it but there’s nothing wrong with letting her get the joy of drawing her famous director daddy. He was trying hard not to smile as she scrunched up her face and two colors were sticking out of her mouth, she was sketching furiously on the large sketch pad that has housed over hundred caricature drawings of both him, Amelia, and other nursing staff. Sometimes, the plants make it there or the lovely animals she met on her way back from a walk. It was June’s Guinness book of painted treasures and she and Amelia spent days trying to come up with the nam

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

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.

Her baby fingers are trailing on the paper with colours and pencils like magic. She completed her drawing and it's time for the chief guest to see the drawing. Anirudh is seeing all the drawing one after another and a particular drawing caught his attention. A young beautiful woman is holding two small kids hand. One is a boy and another one is a girl. Seeing the drawing Anirudh remembered his mother and sister. A sad smile formed on his lips remembering them. The drawing is really beautiful with the perfect amount of colour and shade. Anirudh liked the drawing and wanted to meet the child who drew it.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

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 gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

The dark, anguished abstractions of his captivity? Then, he started to draw. Not what he thought he should draw, but what he saw. A gnarled tree, its branches clawing at the sky. A pigeon with a ragged wing. The quick, impatient lines of people rushing past. His hand moved with a new energy, a raw, untamed urgency. The lines weren't careful or precise; they were bold, messy, full of life and movement. He wasn't trying to create a masterpiece; he was trying to capture a moment, a feeling—the gritty reality of being alive and on the run.