Emojis Drawing Novels & Stories

Two dots of chocolate and a smiling line that looked like a happy face then he put some supposed-to-be fangs in the corners of the smile seeing a fool-like vampire face. He coughed awkwardly when he saw his final drawing. It was too funny! He’s really bad at drawing faces! Shit! Jiwoon laughed at his art which made him glare at him fiercely that made him stopped and made a sorry look in his face. After a while, he took a cookie too trying his best to draw a vampire face. Yenn annoyingly sighed and let him do his, since he knew he’s goddamn great at it, he refused to look at his own cookie face which is goddamn hilarious right now. He watched Jiwoon draw and saw that he’s almost done and it w

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His eyes flicked over the bandages, the bruises, and my chest tightened. “I made you something,” he said quickly, holding out a folded piece of paper. I took it, careful with the fragile edges. Inside was a drawing—stick figures, crooked lines, and bright marker colors. Three figures stood together, holding hands. One was clearly me, hair scribbled in chestnut brown. One was him, smaller, grinning. And the third—tall, dark scribbles for hair, a suit that looked more like armor. Dominic. My throat tightened. “It’s… it’s perfect, Elliot.”

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."

Emily stood with Phoebe near the art station Kayla had set up for the kids. Jared was already drawing. When he finished, he ran over, beaming, and handed his drawing to Emily. She gasped, her hand covering her mouth. It was a crayon picture of all of them: himself, Emily, Sophia, Elijah, Reese, and Roxy. Emily's eyes filled with tears as she showed it to me and Kayla. "He drew us all," I whispered beside her. "His family." Emily knelt and hugged Jared, careful not to squeeze too tight. "Thank you, sweetheart. I love it so much."

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

I know, it's not always easy for a new student who just moved from another country. He is drawing something. "Hey, Edwin." I take a seat beside him. "You wanna see my drawing?" He covers the page with his thumb. "No. But show me if you want." I reply. He uncovers the page, straightening the sketch book. Jesus Christ. He drew Emilia and Jake. His eyes are opened and her eyes are closed. They are kissing. "It looks....real. You draw well, boy." Edwin smiles, looking a bit shy. "Thanks."

Outside the window rain tapped softly against the glass. Students hurried beneath umbrellas while lights slowly flickered on around campus. Jessica looked down at the drawing again. Picked up her pencil. Sophie glanced over. "What are you doing?" Jessica stared at the page quietly. Then softly said: "Adding something." "What?" Jessica looked down at the unfinished face. Slowly... Very slowly... she drew a smile. Not a huge one. Not a perfect one. Just a small one. A real one. Then she sat staring at it.

It was not harmless to me. At dinner, Emma read the letter out loud and announced that she would be singing the second verse of a song about colors. Eli said he was in charge of a poster that showed all the people who help at school. He pointed to the little stick figure with brown hair and said, “That is Mommy, because she helps with the library cart sometimes.” He drew Josh as a doctor with a stethoscope that looked like a lasso. There was no space left on the poster for anything else.

She looked tired, but she always looked at me with gratitude when I came for Smith. "Thank you," she whispered. I nodded. "He’s part of the family." When we got home, Smith ran straight into Emily’s arms. She was sitting on the couch, wrapped in one of my oversized hoodies. "Emily!" he yelled. "I missed you!" "I missed you more, buddy," she said, kissing the top of his head. He pulled a folded sheet from his backpack. "I made something for you." She opened it, and her eyes widened. It was a crayon drawing. A messy one. Stick figures. One of them had long black hair…her. Another was a small boy…him. The third was a smaller stick figure with a big head and a smile.