Emotional Deep Drawings Novels & Stories

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.

"Now, go to your partners and get your sketch pad out, look at your partner straight in eye, get mesmerize by it and start to draw anything you can feel towards him or her." My breathing hitched when I met his eyes staring intently at me, many emotions flowing through his eyes. Love. The last and the one emotion left shows in his eyes. I'm like being hypnotize by his eyes unconsciously, my hands came into life as I start sketching without leaving his stare. A whistle blow reached my ear, cutting me in my own trance, snapping my gaze from him to my sketch pad, I gasps as I look at my drawing. 'A girl and a wolf, the wolf cuddling the girl underneath the moon light'

It was completely original. Their artwork was amazing and they finished masterpiece after masterpiece without any effort. Sharon’s drawings were at times so realistic, they could have been photographs and at other times, they looked like moving animations, changing expression depending on which angle you looked at them. Jenny even drew an amazing picture of the whole library, it looked like she had included every book, all in such fine detail. I spent hours staring at it, trying to find something wrong with it, but it was perfect. Mr. Haddidi was very impressed with them too. He was constantly complementing their work and looking way too pleased every day in class. He’d come into class and p

He starts to move his fingers slowly. “I want you to never forget what I do to you. I want your pussy to throb every time you think of me “ he says dipping his fingers deep inside me. “I want you to think of me every time you play with this pussy. I want you to scream my name when you come because this pussy is mine” he says and flicks his fingers deep inside me his thumb pressing hard on my clit. I come hard, my thighs trapping his hand between my legs. He stops my scream with a kiss and anchors me as I fall apart my orgasm rocking my body.

My sister liked to do some arts and crafts, so I learned a little from her and made two porcelain dolls myself. The male doll was in a suit, while the female wore a white dress. I placed them in the most striking place in the bedroom. I was secretly delighted at the thought of James seeing them as soon as he entered the bedroom.

But my heart feels in too much pain that I cannot explain how badly I am emotionally hurt. “I don’t know.” I confessed truthfully. “I don’t know why my tears are coming out. But my heart just feels so sad and—” “Um, girls.” May catches our attention as she cuts me off. “I think there is really something metaphysical that is happening here.” “Why?” I asked. “I just noticed that there are dates on the back page of each of the drawings. They are written in small handwriting.” May answers. “Let me see.” Claudine calls out.

Whatever happened last night, all the crying and refusing to eat, waved past his head like it never happened — he had forgotten about everything that happened yesterday, at least pretended to so he would not spoil his happiness. Right there on the wooden table was an A4 with a sketch of David's face. Every feature and every detail were measured beautifully correctly — it was so perfect and realistic, and the artist himself could not stop smiling at his own work. Travis smiled and laughed as if he had seen something funny, and interesting. It was indeed interesting to watch his work — a drawing that he started last night when he had decided to find something to distract his poisonous thoughts

Her sketchbook lay open on the wooden table, the blank pages pleading to be filled with her thoughts and emotions. Olivia took a seat in her favorite chair, surrounded by her art supplies, and picked up a charcoal pencil. The act of drawing had always been a hobby and a thing of ease for her, a way to express her feelings and thoughts. Tonight was no different. She began to sketch, her hand moving across the paper with grace. Her thoughts flowed freely as she let the charcoal bring her inner world to life on the page. It was as if her emotions were pouring out in the strokes and lines, creating a visual representation of her journey, from the weight of debt to the freedom from debt.

I tried my best to remain calm but couldn't control the trembling. Tears blurred my face as I buried it in my hands, overwhelmed by nausea. Lucas didn't speak; his breath was shallow, listening to my painful sobs and retching on the other end. He was probably feeling relieved. He had finally won against me this time. I forcefully composed myself and transferred all the available funds to Lucas's account. "Is this enough?" Lucas paused for a moment and chuckled softly. "This is only enough to save one." "Rachel, since Billy isn't my biological son, I won't save him."

Seeing the pack's confusion, the witch explained loudly: "Such intense fluctuations mean the subject's emotions are extremely strong; what is being shown now must be the most profound and important memory in her subconscious." The image grew clearer and clearer; it was still the familiar scene. Afternoon sunlight spilled through the window as Echo, wearing his favorite wolf -tooth necklace, lay on the table drawing. Crayons had smeared large patches of yellow roses across the paper, exactly matching the painting in the memorial hall from memory. I sat beside him, peeling and slicing a freshly picked fruit, feeding it to him piece by piece. "Mama! Look, I drew Daddy." Echo pointed to the figu