Atlas Drawing Novels & Stories

Many well-known buildings in Atlantis were designed by the three of them. When Jeremy saw Xyla entering, he immediately waved at her. “Xyla, come here…” He said. Xyla instantly walked up to Jeremy. She stood by the coffee table and respectfully nodded at the three guests before sitting next to Emily. When she sat down, she noticed three architectural designs. There was one for an apartment building, one for a mall, and one for a theme park. These three drawings were all lined up next to each other. Xyla could see the content of each drawing clearly, and they all seemed familiar to her. In fact, none of these designs looked too different from the ones she drew before. There were only slight c

And he still affects you, even after what he did. There was a lump in her throat by the time she stood in front of the bookcase in her room. She found the atlas easily. Bound in leather with gold embossing on the spine, it stood out amid her collection of ratty paperbacks and well-read travel books. The atlas was designed to look like an antique, but inside, it was quite modern. While there were a handful of prints of gorgeous, hand-drawn maps like the one in her kitchen, most of the images were contemporary and up-to-date. She'd spent hours poring through the pages.

He puts the picture on the screen so everyone can see it, and I let out a deep breath. It’s of poor quality, black and white, and it shows Jim carrying me in the air. James then removes the picture and puts on another one, in which Atlas, whose face can’t be seen on the picture because of the hood over his head, holds a gun, pointed in Jim’s face. On the third picture, I’m not visible, only Jim and Atlas are, and Jim is being dragged away into an alley nearby.

Lauren raised her flushed little face, and looked at the warm and handsome face that was just inches away from her in a daze: "Atlas , I can't stay here anymore, I'm going home …" "Don't worry.. i am here. . i will help you.. ." Atlas said as he balanced himself too . "Atlas , why are you so gentle?" Lauren laughed intoxicatingly. Atlas smiled with bloodshot eyes, "Why are you so drunk?" "Drunk?" No, I'm still sober... Atlas , why are you so gentle ? " Lauren extended a thin finger and touched Atlas 's face. She gently drew along the prominent facial features.It was as if she was painting a portrait of him.Atlas laughed helplessly, and allowed her to draw.

My conscience scolded me. I followed both brothers until Ares pushed opened the door to Atlas room. Now this was my first time being here. He was always at mine that i never went to his. The warm tone colors of the wall complemented the minimalist painting on his wall, my eyes wandered around the spacious room. It was a little bit bigger than mine and had a partition close to the window. My feet carried me to the canvas hooked unto a wooden stand, there was a half finished painting, It took me a while to figure out what was on the canvas, it was haggard strokes of a pair of eyes. They were of the deepest shade of brown and in few seconds i saw the resemblance in them.