Emotional Deep Drawings Novels & Stories

Deep down, I know that what Daze said was true, but I can't let go of the hatred inside of me. Feeling frustrated, I decide to leave the company. Everyone watches me as I go, and I head to the park. From there, I drive off to the bar to drink and find someone to have sex with. I hate women, but that doesn't mean I hate sex. I know that at the bar, I can find a prostitute who will give me what I want. Of course, she'll get what she wants too: money. And that's the end of the story. No feelings attached.

“I think jewelry tells stories.” That made Cayden watch me more carefully. I pointed at one sketch."This one represents betrayal.” I showed them another one, “this one was supposed to feel like survival.” Silver blinked, “You put emotions into accessories?” “Yes?” He looked genuinely disturbed, “how terrifyingly artistic.” Nika smacked him with a pillow. Cayden ignored the chaos and reached toward the sketchbook. “Can I?” I shrugged and handed it over. The room quietened down while he flipped through the pages carefully. Like he was trying to understand something through the drawings.

A feeling that made everything lighter. Moments later, Nico stepped forward with his own drawing. A dragon, fierce and bold, with purple scales and sharp red eyes. Flames burst from its mouth in uneven streaks of orange. “Thank you,” I told him as well. He tried to suppress his reaction, but the corner of his lips betrayed him, lifting into a small, proud smile. And in that moment, standing there with their drawings in my hands, something inside me shifted. Deeply. Dangerously. I felt… blessed.

She tilted her head. It was the exact same gesture Aurora used when reviewing a blueprint. "Most children at this age draw symbols," Ms. Elena said. "A circle for a head. Sticks for legs. Hope is drawing... feeling." She handed Aurora a sheet of paper. It was dry. "She did this one ten minutes ago. We asked them to paint 'happy'." Aurora took the paper. It wasn't a smiley face. It wasn't a sun. It was a burst of yellow and orange, radiating outward from a center point. It looked like an explosion. Or a sunrise. It was vibrant, chaotic, and undeniably emotional.

Not broken. Just… holding onto love. As I drew, my chest started to feel tight. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I let them fall. Because for the first time in a long time… I wasn’t running from my feelings. I was letting them out. --- Hours passed without me noticing. When I finally stepped back, my hands were shaking. The drawing was simple… but it was real. Too real. I looked at it and whispered, “This is me…”

"I'm drawing them because they need help too. They're still there. Still scared. Their families don't know where they are or can't get them back. Someone should help them." "That's not your responsibility, sweetheart. You helped Jamie. You can't save every enhanced child." "I know. But I can remember them. I can document that they exist and they're suffering. Maybe someone will see my drawings and understand." She returned to drawing, adding final details to faces she'd perceived empathically more than visually. Each portrait captured not just appearance but emotional state. Fear, confusion, resignation, hope. All rendered through a five year old's artistic skill guided by empathic perceptio

He stared at it with so much intensity. “What's behind the inspiration?” “Nothing in particular, I just sat down and... drew.” I explained. I collectively remembered the day I drew the portrait. I had just finished having little fall out with mom, I walked towards my pencil, as I held the pencil, so many emotions began to flow through. Carefully, I began to draw. The drawing took five hours to complete, I had lost track of time. When I was done, I was surprised to see what I had done. It was a well sculptured drawing of a bleeding girl, standing next to a huge creature, more like a huge dog with blazing eyes that could kill its prey. They were both surrounded by the forest, brown tree branch

Smiles. Jessica frowned. Not big exaggerated smiles. Not perfect smiles. Real ones. The kind that sat quietly on someone's face when they forgot they were being watched. The kind that arrived before people even realised they were happy. She stared at the pages for a long moment. Because she'd spent years drawing sadness. Years. Sad eyes. Lonely people. Shadows. Empty spaces. Even when she drew trees or landscapes, there had always been something lonely hidden somewhere inside them. And now somehow, without noticing...

Nikini sat beside her and handed her the sketchbook. Emlin began flipping through the pages as Nikini sat there tugging at her fingers, nervously. This was the first time anyone has ever seen her drawings; not even Boris had seen these. She worried they might be a little too dark. She often drew what she felt, and her thoughts and feelings were often dark due to her constant unhappiness. She drew a lot about her childhood and drew some about her current life with Boris. She often drew herself and her many stages of emotions.

I was too lost to think about it, and started jumping, my heart beating faster, too fast, almost at a life-threatening rate. “Kai sent out your drawings and guess what?” His words made my movement halt, “they were sold, all five of them.” The glimmer in his eyes shining brightly as he extended his hand to pass me another envelope. “What do you mean sold?” I questioned, perplexed. “Approximately $79 thousand per piece,” I died at the moment, those six paintings, I drew with my heart. Expressing an emotion of sorrow in different ways, Kai had everything sorted out from the beginning, he was helping me around when I stood like a wall in his way.