Blushing Drawing Novels & Stories

~ I shade the final part of the drawing I am walking on and I grabbed the glass of water on the other stool immediately. I am inside the art room today. I felt like drawing that image that has been stuck in my mind for a long while and I can say I am done. I looked back at the diagram on the drawing board and a smile appeared on my face immediately. I can't help the blush that appears on my face as I remembered that night. Oh God, it has been on my mind for so long and it does not help that it is not a very pure thing. Chris must never see this or I would not be able to face him for life. I would be so embarrassed.

I guess I was supposed to be touched but instead I couldn't help but smirk right back. "It's not my name but I wouldn't be called demonic if I didn't do something to deserve the title," I said and let my face go back to monotone before turning back to my drawing which was starting to look like a bouquet of wilting flowers holding one plastic one which stood out in the middle. There was nothing significant about it and I was probably going to throw the page away once this lesson had ended but before it could, the drawing was snatched off of my table and Zack held it in his hands whispering a ‘woah’ before nudging Blake who was on his other side and getting him to look at it. I would have care

The moment shifts when he pulls out the art supplies—a small canvas for each of them, brushes, and an array of vibrant paints. “We’re playing a game,” Noah says, handing her a brush. “Draw what you see. No cheating.” Sienna raises a brow, her competitive streak sparking. “You’re on.” The next twenty minutes are a chaotic mix of laughter, concentration, and the occasional smear of paint on noses or cheeks. When it’s time to reveal their work, Noah proudly flips his canvas around. Sienna bursts into laughter so hard that tears sting her eyes. The figure on the canvas is unmistakably her—or at least an attempt at her. The exaggerated features, spiky hair, and oddly placed limbs make her look mo

Don't tell me that brute fooled me about the face paint? I gulped and shook my head. Of course not! He's been extra nice today. Extra nice. Nice. Oh, fuck! I'm doomed! When is he ever nice?! That man was born with fucking horns in his head! A loud scream emerged out of my throat when I finally saw the finished drawing he made on my face! Pink and purple poops with eyes and mouth! Like the keyboard emojis! This is ridiculous! I touched it and it quickly smeared all over my cheeks since it's still wet. I hope this shit is not so hard to remove or I'm doomed!

normal. Too normal. Blue sat in the art room again during lunch. Alone. I walked in quietly, closing the door behind me. “Hey,” I said. He looked up, offered a small nod. “Hey.” I took the seat beside him, careful not to touch him. Not because I didn’t want to—God, I did—but because I didn’t want to ruin the quiet space between us. He handed me his sketchbook without a word. Inside was a drawing of two boys standing back to back, one with his eyes open, the other blindfolded. They weren’t touching. But their shadows were.

She walked towards her desk, ” Good morning class, today I want you to draw or paint a self portrait. I let out an exasperated sigh, portraits are my least favourite thing to draw. My preferred medium of art is drawing so there’s no way that I am going to paint. I think I’ll do a charcoal drawing that way I can smudge away half the artwork to create my face. I take my drawing media out of my bag and take a piece of compressed charcoal and wrap the bottom half in a piece of tissue. I don’t want to get my entire hand full of charcoal… I’m not the biggest fan of getting my hands dirty. Using the piece of Ashrad paper that Miss Wellington gave out to the class I begin. I decide to start with one

She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?" Te quality of the drawings improvised in some, the artist had learned to colour the picture within the borders without scraping them across the picture. She was going through them lazily when she saw a drawing which attracted her consious attention. This was pecliar than the rest as it featured two human like figure- a girl and a boy. Bee stood there studying the picuture; the boy was taller than the girl and both held hands with a red heart floating between them. There was something scribbled above the heads of each figure.

A feeling that made everything lighter. Moments later, Nico stepped forward with his own drawing. A dragon, fierce and bold, with purple scales and sharp red eyes. Flames burst from its mouth in uneven streaks of orange. “Thank you,” I told him as well. He tried to suppress his reaction, but the corner of his lips betrayed him, lifting into a small, proud smile. And in that moment, standing there with their drawings in my hands, something inside me shifted. Deeply. Dangerously. I felt… blessed.

Simple and complex at the same time. Back in my room, I sat at my desk. The black-covered notebook was already open, a pencil beside it. I looked at the blank page for a few seconds and, without thinking too much, began to draw. The lines appeared almost by themselves. First, a feminine gaze, with long eyelashes. Then, the outline of a smiling mouth. My fingers kept moving, adding subtle details — a scarf over her shoulders, a book in her hands. It wasn't Giulia. Not exactly. But somehow, it seemed to have something of her in it.

Sashi immediately ran back into her room and closed the door, though she still peeked out slightly to see whether Arlan would open it. Curious, Arlan unfolded the paper and saw a drawing made by Sashi. Bintang covered her mouth, holding back laughter at the drawing. Arlan turned to Bintang and held the drawing beside his face, as if comparing them. “Am I really this fierce?” Arlan asked Bintang, because Sashi had drawn him looking intimidating, with sharp eyes, an angry mouth, and a posture that looked furious. Bintang burst into laughter, completely amused, especially since Arlan was comparing the drawing to himself.