Cute Turtle Drawing Novels & Stories

A family heirloom in the making, a symbol of love and tradition that would cradle our little one in comfort and joy. Abatrose had transformed the room I shared with David and him on board Atlantis into an enchanting underwater sanctuary. His breathtaking four-wall mural of a vibrant reef scene transported us to an oceanic wonderland, teeming with colorful fish, playful sea turtles, and delicate coral. The walls now enveloped us in a kaleidoscope of marine life, creating a sense of serenity and wonder. And in the center of this aquatic haven, Abatrose had crafted a magnificent crib from a giant, iridescent clam shell, its colors shimmering like the sea itself, studded with beautiful perils. W

Leo cheered, skidding to a halt beside my chair and thrusting the paper right into my lap. I looked down at the drawing, a soft, involuntary smile breaking across my face. It was drawn in bold, vibrant colors. In the center was a stone castle with blue flags on the turrets. Standing in the grass out front were three stick-figure people holding hands. On the left was a figure with black hair in a red dress labeled Mommy. On the right was a broad figure colored in black crayon labeled Mr. Tyson. And right between them, holding both of their hands with a yellow smiley face, was a smaller figure labeled Leo.

Breakfast ended more slowly than I expected. Aurelia insisted on showing me the drawing she'd made after the reception. It consisted mostly of flowers, three smiling stick figures, and what she assured me was a very accurate wolf. "It has four tails," I pointed out. "It was excited." "I see." Kael glanced at the page. "I've never met a wolf with four tails." "You haven't met this one." "I stand corrected." Apparently satisfied, Aurelia folded the drawing with great care before announcing she intended to keep it forever.

He sat. He looked at the star Liam had drawn at the top of the fresh page. He looked at her. He picked up the crayon. He looked at the page. He began to draw. She watched him. He drew slowly. He drew nine figures first. The same nine. All of them. Then he drew a tenth. Small. In the space below the seventh. He gave it curly hair because Ada's curls deserved to be there from the beginning. He looked at the name in the seventh figure's space.

A gigantic turtle emerged from the ground! However, this wasn't the Shell Ore Turtle that Chaos servants had hunted for him before, this creature was fairly different and even stronger than that one! It had the size of around 30 meters, and its entire body was coated in hard rock-like scales, while it had an enormous shell coated in sharp and colorful crystals, and it even had some mushrooms spread around, generating a poisonous and toxic mist over it. However, the head of the creature was not that of an average turtle, as it seemed more like that of a small dragon…!

Luckily, the green-back turtle noticed their discomfort. "Ahem, may I know what you like to find?" It asked in polite tone. Jennet tore her gaze away from the tiny creatures and eyed the turtle. Then, she smiled. "I'm looking for some gifts that wouldn't draw strange attention from people around us including humans." The green-back turtle smothered its non-existent beard. It puffed off more bubbles and said, "Very well. Since you know what you're speaking of, I will show you what you want."

"It's missing both ears." I watch as he picks up the stick this time and makes on the sand, two medium sized 'c's on both sides of the drawing. We both tilt our heads to the left at the same time and stare at the drawing on the sand. One of the eyes are way bigger than the other and the nose seems to be falling out of proportion, the shape of the head looks like that of an amoeba while the ears he just drew isn't fully connected to the face. "I think it's phenomenal," He says.

Then I went to the kitchen table where Julie had left the drawings, weighted down with a crayon so they wouldn't slide, two pieces of paper in the particular bold lines of a four year old who doesn't yet know to doubt herself. The first was the dragon, which did look somewhat like a dog but had a convincingly fierce expression, and the second was a figure with long dark hair and a smaller figure on either side of her, all three of them holding hands, the sky above them full of yellow circles that might have been stars or might have been suns, Julie having not yet settled on the distinction. I sat down on the kitchen floor with my back against the cabinet, still in the dress, the premiere som

The way some of the quieter kids flinched when certain footsteps approached. I knew the signs. I’d lived them. My tail lashed once, sharp enough to make the nearest pup squeak and hide behind a stuffed wolf. “Miss Nyx?” The little bandaged girl was back, holding up her drawing from earlier. “For you. Because you have a tail like a dragon.” It was me—crude purple horns, red eyes, black wings I definitely didn’t have, and a long violet tail curled protectively around a circle of smaller wolves.

she said happily, hugging the paper to her chest. Other children noticed and quickly came closer to watch. They were amazed by the drawing. “Help me to draw mine too!” one boy shouted. “I want to draw a tiger!” “I want a unicorn!” The kids started gathering around Selene. She smiled softly and began helping them one by one. She showed them how to draw simple shapes and add details. The children laughed and talked excitedly as she guided their hands. Slowly, they stopped caring about the color of her skin. They were too busy enjoying the drawings and her patience.