Emojis Drawing Novels & Stories

"Wow, that was so fast. I thought it was going to take hours or something. " "It's just a sketch; that doesn't take much time. " He explains as I stand a few steps away from him and Emerson turns the drawing to my view. My eyes widen at the sight of the beautiful craft he has created. He's right; it's more like a sketch but you can clearly tell which details are which and it looks so fucking beautiful. The outline of the way my hair rolls down my shoulders, the top that I slid off my shoulders to reveal the skin under and my hands on my crossed legs– everything is so fucking perfect and I can't believe Emerson Ford is capable of something like this.

*pleading face emoji* Natasha: Only if you agree to go on a date with me. *smirk emoji* Jordan: Fine, I’ll go on a date with ya *heart emoji* Jordan: And don’t flirt with her, ok? Natasha: LOL! Are you jelly, sweetheart? Jordan: She’s my bro’s girl Nate. *eye roll emoji* Natasha: I’ll go talk to her but don’t forget your promise. Jordan: *thumbs up emoji* Natasha stood up and approached the two ladies with a bright smile. “Hi, Evangeline right?” she politely asked.

The sky was black, the clouds gray, and even the sea was a dark red color. "Emmy, why don't you try painting with different colors?" Jade wanted to see a happier Emmy and encouraged her to open up. Emmy smiled at Jade but continued drawing in her own style. Besides, Emmy repeatedly drew a specific symbol. The symbol was abstract, like a special pattern, but it also looked like a character. Jade didn't understand it. "Emmy, what are you drawing?" "I don't know either," Emmy replied seriously. "It just keeps running around in my head, so I have to draw it."

"Your uncle’s feeling a bit weak today." She drew a shocked breath as if I'd said something blasphemous. "So, it’s true! Mommy said you got hurt being stupid again." I swallowed a sigh. "Did she, now? A more restrained shuffle came behind her, and Emilio entered more cautiously. His arms were full of what looked like half a dozen drawings. "I drew things for you, Uncle" he mumbled. "Did you?" I said as I took the pages and looked at them. His drawings were a mix of smudged markers, lots of red, and some vaguely tank-shaped blobs. I smiled even though it didn’t make sense. "This is just what I needed."

Yoseph openly asked Emma to draw a hundred pieces in front of all the higher-ups in the room. "I dare not. CEO Yoseph is so handsome. How can I dare to make you ugly?" Emma forced a smile. "You only have ten minutes!" Yoseph reminded her. Emma was so scared that she quickly picked up the pen and started to draw. When she was drawing Archie just now, she was almost like a god when she drew. But at this moment, she was also drawing a portrait. Why was it so difficult for her to draw? Yoseph saw that the tip of her brush had touched the painting, but it had not moved for a long time.

But then I saw it. Three figures appeared on the page, standing side by side. All of them were smiling, their hands linked together. The figures were simple, childlike, but unmistakable. A woman, a man, and a little girl. And underneath each person, Jasmine had carefully written the names: Mommy, Daddy, Jasmine. My breath caught in my throat. I felt my pulse quicken as my eyes moved over the drawing again. The happiness, the simplicity of it—it struck me harder than I expected.

We arrived at their tent to find them drawing. “There are my favorites.” Karson beamed, kneeling in front of them for a hug. “Daddy!” Carl and Karin squealed, jumping into his arms. “What are you two drawing?” I asked. They pulled the papers to show two figures that look like male caricatures and a female caricature of me with crazy hair fighting someone on the ground. “Let me guess, that is me, your daddy, and uncle Lucas fighting the evil lady.” I gestured at the drawings.

“Hey buddy! How are you?” He bit his lip, suddenly shy. "I'll miss you, Sister! Come back soon.” Before I could reply, he turned to Xeros and handed him something– more like, pushed something into his hand. Before we could ask anything, he darted away. Xeros carefully unfolded the paper, and I found myself peeking over his arm in curiosity. But never could have prepared me for what I found: it was a drawing , with me, Xeros and Adam. Adam had drawn himself smiling in the center, clutching both our hands as we ran through the rain and storms together.

He looked at each one like a real art guy, asking about colors and how she drew them. "This one's my favorite," Emma said, holding up a drawing of three stick figures holding hands. "It's our family." They were labeled: MOMMY, DADDY, and ME. They stood in front of a house with a tree and flowers. "When'd you draw this?" I asked. "Yesterday, after Daddy said he was staying in the little house. I wanted to remember us all together." Mikel picked up the drawing, studying it. "Can I keep this?"

And I’m not going to make them wait any longer. With shaky fingers, I post a single grey heart emoji across all my socials. Within minutes, replies come rushing in, messages of excitement, of love, of relief. They’re asking if I’m back, when my next painting will drop, when they’ll see a piece featuring Rhett; preferably half-naked. I laugh loudly, wiping tears as joy bubbles up in me.