Eiffel Tower Drawing Novels & Stories

She liked the way Pierre talked and didn't want him to stop. “And finally, the great Eiffel Tower, the symbol of the city of Paris,” said Pierre looking to the left. Kate was more impressed than she expected. The 324-metre-high tower, illuminated by millions of light bulbs, looked more than impressive. Kate, literally dizzy, tried to see the highest point of the tower.

"Mama. Look at the east tower. I fixed the load distribution." She came in and looked at the east tower and made the appropriate sounds of appreciation and asked the appropriate questions and Luca answered them with the thoroughness of an architect receiving a peer review. Lena looked up from her drawing and held it out without speaking. Elara took it. It was a drawing of two figures, small and detailed for a four-year-old's work. Standing in what appeared to be a large space, possibly a building, surrounded by other small figures. The two central figures were slightly larger than the others. Lena had used silver for them.

When it was our turn again I went up to draw, leaving Knox on the couch. "Ready...set....go!" I quickly got to work on drawing the the Eiffel Tower as Knox started guessing. "It's a building." I nodded and made a triangle like shape. "What the hell is that!" I drew it as best as I could while gesturing to it but like before Knox was not getting it. Beside him I could see Olivia shaking her head and face palming. When the timer went out and he still didn't guess it I threw my hands up.

The Eiffel Tower is a glittering iron spike in the night sky. It’s cold, but the heaters are blasting. And we have wax. "Parisian sensuality," Alex murmurs. "It has to be refined." I lie on a chaise lounge, wrapped in furs, my belly exposed to the cool air. Alex lights the candle. It’s purple. Lavender scented. Drip. The hot wax hits the curve of my stomach. "Ah!" I gasp. Drip. Drip. He paints patterns. Swirls. Hearts. Abstract shapes that glow against my pale skin. The heat is intense, but fleeting. It cools to a hard shell.

“What did you win because you kissed me?” “An Eiffel Tower snow globe.” “I beg your pardon?” Her brow pleated as she looked at him. “It’s a glass hall that holds snowlike flakes and, in this case, the Eiffel Tower. Turn it upside down, then right-side up again, and it snows on the Eiffel Tower.” Lion’s eyes glittered with laughter. “I for one am impressed. Think about it, Nathan. You’re worth a snow globe. I don’t know of many people who could say that.”

he corrected. Yvette was tired but after seeing the Eiffel tower, she just want to stand there and stare at it all night. "I'll rest whenever I want to," she declared. Clyde nodded and lets her enjoy what she was doing. He went to the telephone and ordered another wine and food. Yvette took her phone out and took a picture of the Eiffel tower. She also used the front cam and smiled while the background showed the view of the beautiful tower. Clyde noticed his gleaming eyes while watching her. She's really having fun without telling to him. Her movements are always languid but this time it was more enthusiastic.

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.

Well-lit cobblestoned streets, river Seine flowing by your side and the Eiffel tower, the majestic 324 metre high iron tower twinkling in a variety of colours right in front of you – what more could a person want? They headed towards the Louvre. The water lapped silently; two slender men went past them on their bicycles mumbling something in French; the lights of a tourist boat flickered at a distance; there was a slight breeze; Esha inhaled, it was like mountain air, thin and refreshing.

I said, ‘oui’ and ‘merci’ were the only words I know. I watched The Eifel Tower, it wasn’t far from this distance. I noticed that a lot of people were here, of course this place as very famous! I started walking, taking pictures now and then, while the iron structure was behind me, it looks like a giant lattice or grid, I looked at the top, I want to go to the top.

The drawing slowly took shape in the sandbox. As Ezra finished the last stroke, Vivienne stared blankly. The drawing he had made was blurry yet familiar to her. It resembled the kind of drawing she used to love making as a child, with bells, sunflowers, a large vase, a small round table, princess-style floral curtains, and a room filled with toys... It was like a design she had drawn for Ezra's villa, but the only difference was that her design had a professional touch, while the one Ezra drew in the sand was completely childlike.