Bleeding Kansas Drawing Easy Novels & Stories

"You kept it." "Yes." "Why?" Kael knelt down, bringing himself to the boy's level. The motion felt natural, right. "Because it was yours. I wanted to give it back." Kieran considered this. His young face was serious, thinking. Then he pointed to the dirt. "Look. I drew you." Kael looked. In the dirt was a rough drawing of a man with a sword. The face was simple—two dots for eyes, a line for a mouth—but the eyes were drawn carefully, colored in with dark dirt to make them stand out. Blue eyes.

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.

This will confirm or disprove my theory. I pull an edge of the sheet through the cage and blot my torn belly to slow the blood. To my disgust, the Kellan is completed, and so is a rose and the outline of a skeleton shaped key. This stuns me. I drew keys. I was thinking of keys. Why did I do that? I don't want any of this on me anyways, so why add to my scars?

Keith noticed that the door leading inside the house was opened. Suddenly, he got an idea. "What are y-you doing?" Emma cleared her throat to will her tears away. Her cheeks turned red in a sudden self-consciousness. Her drawing was nowhere near as good as his. She watched as Keith placed their drawing side by side. His tall building and car beside her pink nipa hut. The little boy made sure that there was no space between their drawings. "I'm taking you with me." He uttered so casually. At the bottom of Emma's paper, Keith drew a stick figure of a girl who stood hand in hand with a boy. He added a road, connecting the nipa hut to the car. The figures both appeared to be heading to where the

It was not a request. "Or what?" Kelsey sneered. She held the notebook up high, out of reach. She looked down at the open page. Her eyes scanned it and she let out an ugly laugh. "You're not even writing the apology! You're drawing!" She laughed again, a harsh sound. "You're drawing stupid little pictures! Skulls and stuff! What a freak!" My heart started to pound against my ribs. "Kelsey, don't—" I started to say.

Remembering shouldn't be hard but expressing it will be. I think about the various things I have seen in my lifespan. Blood, bullets, pills, dead bodies. I could go on. Most of them aren't really suitable for this environment and explaining it will be impossible. What can I use? There's really nothing I can use that isn't somehow related to my past. Looking over at what Abe's doing, I see that he's drawing I think a scene of trees. Abe draws with these really thin and long lines, which makes his sketch look a lot like an animal's pelt. But I think that's what it is. And there's an outline of mountains in the background. Is that...Lonewood?

Leaving the door open, Kyle and I made our way to our seats at the back. The teacher just rolled his eyes and continued. He started rambling about some shit so I tuned him out and took out my sketchpad. I started doodling some cruel pictures. Some of the pictures were of teachers getting crushed by a bus or teachers getting farted on. I was so into my drawing, I did not realize the teacher standing next to me, until Kyle kicked me under the desk. I turned around and glared at him. He smiled innocently at me and pointed to the teacher.

He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals?

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I reopened them to hear Connor and to find myself in his arms. He gave Kara a deadly look before fleeing with me into the woods. A few minutes later, after Connor put me down, Kara caught up with us. I hide behind his back for safety. “How can you risk the lives of your pack for a feeble human?” Kara protested angrily, and her eyes started to glow in a dimmer yellow compared to Connor’s. “You have to kill me first to kill her." Sharp claws emerged from Connor's fingers. I looked at Connor's face from the side with great admiration that he was not only willing to fight a close relative for me, but also risk his life as well.