Dabi Sketch Novels & Stories

Dana replies as Timothy walks over to a corner in the room and pulls out a long roll of paper. "I'm glad you could make it," Dana says. "It's an honor... " Deborah begins to speak but... "Had no choice" I cut her. Dana smiles at me and Deborah shoots a death glare at me. Both of which I ignore. Timothy spreads the papers on the table and I find rough sketches of the mansion on some. "Sorry, I'm not too good with art. " Dana says as soon as she sees me staring at the drawings. They aren't bad at all. Just need little touch-ups and corrections but it's more mind-blowing the fact that a girl drew these.

Damien caught my eye for a second, something unreadable passing over his face before Eli tugged his sleeve again. “Draw me a dinosaur,” Eli said, shoving a crayon into his hand. “I’m not much of an artist.” “Please.” Damien sighed and bent over the paper. What emerged looked more like a lumpy dog than anything prehistoric. Eli studied it with the seriousness of a art critic. “That’s not a dinosaur.” “It’s abstract.” “It’s bad.” “Ouch.” Damien pressed a hand to his chest, feigning injury. “Fine. You draw the next one.”