Duality Drawing Novels & Stories

They are always around her. The twins bend over the colouring papers littered at Brianna’s feet. “How is it going?” I point to Wyn’s drawing, she picks a crayon from the floor and hurriedly colours the sketch. Brianna loves to draw too. It’s one more thing they can bond over. “Let me see.” The sketch is horrible. A pencil drawing of stick images with big ears, bigger heads and tiny limbs. I am not sure what I am looking for but I muster the biggest smile.

They were black eyebrow pencils, and they thought it would still work anyways, so they started working. Damian tore the small notebook paper and arranged them together. At the same time, Niamh drew on them like a smaller puzzle pieces that needed to be put together in the end. The twin’s way of making a clear and big sketch amazed Elle, but the problem was the two of them did not make a humanoid sketch of Elle’s father. They made a giant Black Dragon sketch. “So cool! Dragon!” Elle cheered. “Okay, next, we will make his human appearance,” Niamh said.

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.