Cheer Drawings Novels & Stories

"... I know! I'll curse them! I'll curse them to be grateful and understanding towards us!" I say as I clap my paws together and start drawing a circle. " You sure that's a good idea?" " Better than getting killed by Manor!" " Good point. ... so how are you doing this?" 1834 nodded. " Easy! First I draw a circle. " I said as I drew a circle on the ground with my paw. " Done" 1834 pointed at the circle with a grin. " Then I draw the symbols for gratitude and understanding. " I say as I start drawing the symbol.

Much love. There were three small hearts with wings at the corner of the paper, she had drawn it. I caught myself smiling at the small drawings. “What are you smiling at?." Dariel asked me, his suspicious tone weighed down on me through his words.

Breathing hard but grinning. "To make you feel better," Karin added. She thrust a piece of paper toward me. "Because you looked sad." I took the paper. Held it up to catch the moonlight. A drawing. Crude but recognizable. Four figures holding hands beneath a smiling sun. Me. Karson. Carl. Karin. A family. "That's us," Carl explained eagerly. "See? That's you with the crown because you're a princess. And that's Dad. And that's me and Karin."

Vixen says, kissing her cheek. "You're gonna see mines now?" Harley says, looking up at Vixen. With a smile, Vixen kisses his nose and replies. "Yes, I'm gonna look at yours." he says, grabbing his card. He opens his card to reveal a drawing of five little stick figures of him, Leah, Kai, me, and Vixen and he drew our names above all our heads with a heart in the middle of all of us. "Thank you, bubba. I love it." he says, kissing his head and hugging all of them.

For some people they draw what makes them happy. Thats it! I thought snapping my fingers. I looked back at Dina and said "Just draw what makes you happy." She clapped her hands and said "Good Idea!" then started drawing a picture and said "I'm glad I thought of it." "Im sorry come again? How was this your idea?"

She tilted her head. It was the exact same gesture Aurora used when reviewing a blueprint. "Most children at this age draw symbols," Ms. Elena said. "A circle for a head. Sticks for legs. Hope is drawing... feeling." She handed Aurora a sheet of paper. It was dry. "She did this one ten minutes ago. We asked them to paint 'happy'." Aurora took the paper. It wasn't a smiley face. It wasn't a sun. It was a burst of yellow and orange, radiating outward from a center point. It looked like an explosion. Or a sunrise. It was vibrant, chaotic, and undeniably emotional.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”

I whispered to myself. But my hands had already moved. Inside the package was a single sheet of paper, folded once. No note. No explanation. Just a drawing. My breath left me in a sharp, broken exhale. It was done in crayon. Bold lines. Messy edges. A child’s certainty in every stroke. A woman stood at the center of the page, her arms raised. Blue and yellow zigzags burst from her hands, stretching outward like lightning. Behind her stood two children. One taller. One smaller. Both drawn close to her back, like they were hiding and standing tall at the same time.

After wiping away her tears, Cherry waddled over to the bookshelves, pulled out a drawing album from the corner where it was least likely to be seen, and sat down on the carpet. Opening the album revealed a collection of drawings, some appearing eerily chaotic. It was difficult to discern their meaning. The only recognizable features were human heads, encircled by dark streaks that vaguely resembled beards. "You're the worst! I hate you! I'll never draw you again. Cherry doesn't need a daddy like you!" As she complained, she forcefully tore at the pages, ripping them into pieces. In a matter of minutes, the abstract masterpieces had turned into shreds of paper.