Encouraging Drawings Novels & Stories

For some people they draw what makes them happy. Thats it! I thought snapping my fingers. I looked back at Dina and said "Just draw what makes you happy." She clapped her hands and said "Good Idea!" then started drawing a picture and said "I'm glad I thought of it." "Im sorry come again? How was this your idea?"

Nola finished as she pointed at the two tiny babies sitting between Katherine's legs in her drawing. "Very good," Dr. Coleman praised. "It's lovely sweetie, you are excellent at drawing," Katherine said. "Okay, so here's our next drawing," Dr. Coleman held up Kat's drawing, which depicted all of them at the beach. She explained what was taking place in the picture and how happy everyone was. Aiden was next. His picture showed him as a protector of his family. He drew them sitting on the couch at home watching cartoons, with his hands embracing them all.

Drawings and stories written by a child. I watched Red as he picked up an old sketch book, a smile on his face. Lee leaned over Red's shoulder to see the drawings in the book. "You were a really cool kid, dude. Check out that piece of art" Lee said. Curious, I stepped forward to take a look. Lee was right. Red's drawings were beautiful. As he flipped over the pages, Lee placed his hand on one of the pages. "There, I think mummy has another message for us in your old sketch book" Lee said. Red raised a brow as he read the neatly written words in the sketch book.

he said, scowling a little. “Well, there’s nothing that can be done about it.” she told him. “It’ll get better for you. Stay strong.” He told her. She gave him a small smile. He took out a sketchbook from his drawer and gave it to her. “Since you can’t focus on Maths, why not do something that you like?” he asked her with a smile. She took the sketchbook from him and looked at it. She then smiled back at him and nodded. He gave her some pencils and erasers and let her do her thing. Soon, she was completely focused on her drawing. He smiled, seeing that she didn’t stop doing what she loved.

I say handing him some of the blank papers, I set the pencils between us, lay on the floor and beginning to draw. Mathew was busy drawing cars, and other boys' things, why he's so crazy about cars, I was doing a pretty picture for daddy as he told me, I was almost done, it's the glitter time! I decorated my drawing first with glitter, when it was all pretty and glittery, I moved to Matty's drawing, I offered him glitter, he said yes, and let me help him glitter it. What else can I glitter, daddy was still busy, Icould glitter everything without him stopping me!

Her eyes, always so bright and innocent, carried none of the pain clawing at my chest. “Mommy,” she said softly, holding the drawing out to me. “This is what I drew today.” I knelt down and took the paper from her, trying to keep my voice steady. It was a simple drawing: the three of us — me, Tessa, and Elena — holding hands, stick figures with big smiles under a sunny sky. Somehow, seeing it made something inside me ache and warm all at once. “This is lovely,” I told her, a small, unexpected laugh escaping my lips despite everything. “You’re really getting so good at this.”

I smiled at her. “It doesn't look pretty when I close my eyes.” She sighed dropping her brush. “But we can make it pretty. If it is not pretty then it is not worth drawing,” I said, pulling her closer to me. Scarlett smiled nodding her head. I took her brush and stretched it to her. With this, she continued to draw. This time, I just watched. My heart was shooting pain to my nervous system. My baby used to draw colourful things. Birds. Barbie. Anything that had colour.