Drawings On Converse の小説・ストーリー

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

Hopefully, she saves herself and me the stress and just tells me what she had on her mind. "I like the ones where..." She gulps and tugs on her bottom lip. "I have a butt plug in my ass." Her legs press together and she pushes herself back into my chest. My imaginations are wild. I don't just stop at drawing what I see. I also envision what I would like to happen and draw them in my sketchbooks. Recently, I've gotten obsessed with drawing Celestine with something shoved in her ass. Be it a toy or my finger.

"What are you talking about?' Rummaging through her bag, Carla brought out a piece of paper with a sketched drawing on it. She placed it in the middle for them all to see. Collin's eyes shone at the drawing of his necklace, his hands instinctively went to it. Patrick and Seth held his gaze. Returning it to the paper, when Carla cleared her throat to call for their attention. "Why do you have this sketches?" Collin questioned.

Knowing I had a pair of converse to wear made me feel better – I’d been barefoot for far too long, and it would make me feel more solidly myself, after all I’d been through, to wear something familiar. At the top of the bag was a big, comfortable looking sweatshirt, in a faded teal. I sighed happily, and placed it to the side, already convinced that that was what I’d be wearing for the rest of today. There were some t-shirts, all of which looked as though they’d be a little baggy and oversized, which made me very happy. As well as the tops were some gym shorts, all in browns and greys and blacks, which suited me perfectly. There was also some underwear – a fresh, unopened packet of pants, so

"Go!" He lets out a chuckle before grabbing his clothes and walking out. I sat on his bed and look around. His drawing book caught my eyes and I find myself looking through them once again. There were at least ten drawings. Most of them were just sceneries of the beach, a cliff, a bridge and many more. Then I landed on the very last page. It's a ballroom. With a couple dancing in the middle of it. You can't see their faces but somehow you can tell that they're smiling happily. Huh. That's weird this wasn't there yesterday when I looked through it. I remembered the last one being an unrecognisable boy standing in the middle of the streets with cars passing by him. Oh wait, that's in the previ

I would ask Cindy to go with me later today, so I could wear a pair for the party later that night. Daniel gave me phone cases, which I thought was terrific, especially since they all had some form of the Snow White character from the books and movies on them. Heathcliff gave me journals. "So you can write down your thoughts," he said. They were beautiful. Some were leather, others had pretty designs and flowers on them. Professor Pops presented me with sixteen pairs of Converse in an array of shades from bright orange to teal and lime green to lemon yellow. I loved them so much.

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“You should be thanking us for making you exercise.” “Please just give me back my stuff.” I watched helplessly as my sketchbook was tossed back and forth. Laughter filled the cafeteria as I watched the sketches falling out of my book, and I scrambled to pick them up. Ari and Amber picked up a few pages. “Wow, look at these designs,” Leo joked. “Are you sure this is for plus-size women?” “More like ogres and poor people,” Julia chimed in. I glared at her. “My clothes are for everybody.”

In his plain black shirt, denim and black and blue Converse, my heart leapt, a sense of recognition. Kyle.

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.