Draw This In Your Style Novels & Stories

I drew three columns with a sharp pencil. Caldwells. Crimson Circle. Me. I sat with it for a long time. Staring at the lines, at the blank space between them. At the way the word ’Me’ looked so small compared to everything else.

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?

“Okay. This is one of my styling designs—.” He groaned wearily. “I mean who are you styling?” I shrugged. “No one in particular. I just thought of the dark whims and then this popped into my mind, and I drew it out.” He picked up the paper and perused it sincerely. “Black and silver? That’s what you think they look like?” “Well, they’re from your world. So I’ve never actually seen them—.” “No one has. In fact, they’re kinda like air.” “Air?” I’m starting to feel silly.

“I need… a book. And a pencil. A specific one.” Amy, anticipating the need, was already moving. She retrieved a hardbound sketchbook and a charcoal pencil from a shelf and handed them to him. Mello took them, his demeanor shifting into one of intense focus. He quickly flipped to a blank page and began to draw with swift, sure strokes—an ornate drinking fountain. As he put the final detail on the page, the air in front of him shimmered. With a sound of trickling water, the exact fountain he had drawn materialized into reality, standing solid and real on the floor.

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"You drew this before you met me?" He just smiles. "And this is you," he says to Fulvio. And sure enough, there's a giant wolf fighting another giant wolf. He has drawn the one's fur in orange and the other's a blue-black.

Clara asked immediately. “It is. I have one instruction for you now, you need to draw your sketches in your old style,” he said. “No matter what, you need your sketches to look like Clara Kennedy drew them. Just for today.” Clara nodded. She had adopted a different style over time and now her sketches were visibly better than her previous ones. She had learnt a lot over the past year. “I understand,” she replied. “Is there anything else?” Caiden shook his head. “I will stay with you just to keep an eye on things.”

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Because I don’t want to mess it up. He holds out his arm without hesitation, one eyebrow quirked as he studies me. I know he’s making some kind of point about trust. I ignore the silent jab. I take the quill and think, until finally inspiration strikes. And then I draw a little star, five-pointed and simple, and wrap a faint circle of light around it. “It’s kind of messy,” I say. “Sorry, I’m not much of an artist.” “It’s perfect,” he replies, smiling as he stares into my eyes.