Emojis Drawing Novels & Stories

I heard Jazmine say to me, I smiled at her, she is actually a lovely person and working with her has been amazing so far, I even got to learn that she is Ignacio’s sister. “I’m not hungry at the moment,” I said and she sat next to me, she stared at me and then chuckled. “Why are you laughing?” I asked, she smiled. I immediately covered what I was doing on my book. “What are you always drawing? You are always busy with your sketch book.” She said, I nodded. “I love drawing at times, it’s a way for me to express my emotions.” I said and she smiled. “Can you show me some of your drawings? I’d love to see them.” She said and I nodded no with a grin on my face.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Jordan called again. I pressed “Decline” without thinking. “Dad?” Jason tugged my sleeve, smiling up at me. “Do you wanna see my drawings? I draw superheroes. And cars. And you too.” “Me?” I blinked. “You drew me?” “Yes!” He hopped excitedly. “But I didn’t know what you looked like, so I guessed!” I swallowed. “Show me,” I said quietly. He grabbed the folder on the little table beside him and pulled out a sheet of paper.

I would wait till the end. It has been weeks since I have drawn someone's cartoon. Perhaps I only do it when I am sad and happy at the same time. This time, I want to draw a cartoon for Remo. The name alone brings calmness to me. I start from his head and then his round eyes.

"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

It was hard. Josh wanders in, still in his dinosaur pajamas, and climbs into Mike's lap without hesitation. "Mike, want to see my drawing?" "Always, buddy. What did you make?" Josh produces a crumpled piece of paper covered in colorful scribbles. "It's our family. That's Mommy, and that's Daddy Damon, and that's you, and that's me, and that's Mr. Hop." The drawing is abstract in the way three-year-old art always is, circles for heads, lines for bodies, generous applications of glitter that Josh somehow got access to.

(sad emoji) I quickly responded. Me: Will you follow me if I say yes? Josh Rain: Yes. Me: Yes (smiley emoji) Josh Rain: Okay then (sad emoji) Me: Why sad? Josh Rain: You don't want me close to you. Me: Even if you're close, we still don't see each other because we're busy with school. It's better if you stay in your condo, so it won't be a hassle for you. Josh Rain: I have an idea (winking face emoji)

"Emma, sometimes it's easier to show feelings than talk about them. Can you draw me a picture of how you feel?" Emma picked up the crayons and started drawing. She worked intently for twenty minutes while Dr. Chen and I sat quietly. When she finished, she pushed the paper across the table. Dr. Chen looked at it. Her face went pale. I leaned over to see. The drawing showed a small figure—clearly a child—locked inside a cage made of black bars. Outside the cage, two large figures faced each other. One had sharp teeth and claws. The other had wild hair and angry eyes. Both were drawn in dark, violent colors.

The Ecostanian-style palace decoration looked luxurious and grand. Flora opened the small bag on her back and took out a picture book. “Mommy look, this is the family portrait I draw. This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is Jason, this is Jerry, and this is me.” There were five cartoon-like characters in the drawing. Although the drawing look was crooked and very abstract, each character was grinning from ear to ear. When I saw it, I smiled until my eyes turned red, “Oh! Baby, you are so awesome. You draw it so well.”

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”