Emojis Drawing Novels & Stories

A small canvas—painted by Lila: the four of them on the beach at sunset, stick-figure style but with real emotion in the colors. Emily’s throat tightened. “It’s us,” Lila said quietly. “The day you told us Noah was coming. I remember you crying happy tears. I wanted to paint it so we never forget.” Emily pulled her into a hug. “It’s perfect. Thank you, baby.” Noah shoved his card forward—folded construction paper, glitter everywhere. Inside: a drawing of the family holding hands, big hearts, and the words “Best Mom & Dad Ever” in wobbly letters.

“Liam, why don’t you show Mr. Ethan the drawing you made? The one from yesterday.” “Oh!” The boy brightened, dashing to the coffee table. He returned with a folded paper and handed it to Ethan. Ethan unfolded it carefully. The picture was rough, colorful — a child’s imagination rendered in crayons. It showed three stick figures: a woman, a man, and a little boy holding both their hands under a bright yellow sun. His chest tightened. “It’s… beautiful,” he murmured. “You drew this?” Liam nodded proudly. “That’s me, Mommy, and—” he hesitated, glancing up at Maya before finishing, “—and you.”

Dimitri turned around, brows lifting slightly. Zoe walked over, all four feet of her confidence on full display, and handed it up to him. He looked down at the drawing. Three stick figures stood in front of a black square labeled "HOME". One had long curls. One had a crown. The third had very sharp shoulders and icy blue eyes drawn in clumsy marker. Above them, Zoe had drawn a yellow sun with a big smile and the word "US" in careful, crooked letters. Dimitri held the paper like it might explode.

Jovie was drawing at the table at that moment. Once she saw that Liam was home, she ran to him with the drawing she just drew. She held the drawing in the air and asked as if she was fishing for praise, "Dad, quick, look! Did I do a good job? I drew Mom, Dad, and myself!" Liam crouched down. With one hand holding the cupcakes, Liam picked up Jovie with the other hand and looked at the drawing Jovie was holding. It was three simple figures. Two adults were holding hands with a small person in the middle.

The schoolyard buzzed with the cheerful sounds of children at play, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Liam, too, was eager to share his masterpiece. He held. up his drawing with a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with pride. The artwork depicted. three figures, and he eagerly explained his creation. “This is you,” Liam pointed to the central figure, his mother, “and me and Daisy,” he concluded, his voice brimming with joy and adoration. Eva’s heart swelled with maternal pride. She gently stroked Liam’s face, her fingers brushing across his cheek with love and appreciation.

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.

Mel would be at Derrick’s by 7; this meant I needed to be there and gone by 7:30-8:00. About four, I texted my mother after getting a confirmation from the store. I need you to direct the nursery set up in Mel’s new place. I bought a bunch of things today. They will be there at eight in the morning. She gave me an instant response of ‘okay’ and heart emojis. My phone buzzed, indicating I had an email. When I opened it I found it was from David. The message wrote, hey, don’t know if you want to use these, but I drew these for you with the design software. I thought you could display them in your office or something. When I opened the picture, I found two drawings of my wolf. One wolf howling

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

At the center was a small wooden box he had been secretly working on for weeks. “Look!” he said proudly, lifting the lid to reveal a collection of carefully folded drawings. Emily gasped softly. “Luca, these are beautiful.” He beamed. “I made them for you and Dad. Each one is a story about us.” I knelt down beside him, my throat tightening as I looked through the drawings. There we were, stick figures holding hands, standing under a bright yellow sun, surrounded by hearts and stars. Another drawing showed our home with flowers blooming around it, and in the center, the three of us smiling.

His notes were divided into doodles with emojis carved next to them, actual notes from the class, and a drawing that he was working on. Taking a closer look, my eyes grew wide in amusement. There on his page was a drawing of Professor Alexis and boy did he get it right in every angle. I saw his astute eyes squinted with rapt attention to the lines and curves he was concluding. "She scolds you and you draw her... Is that your game?" My eyes glanced at the watermark he placed towards the rear left of the drawing. His writing was beautiful and he was left handed.