روايات وقصص ضمن Encouraging Drawings

Then her eyes widened. She beamed. "You want me to teach you?" "I do." "Drawing is hard, you know. Mama says everyone needs to try hard and be patient with the process." "I am ready to try hard." Maya put her small hand on his shoulder. "Fine, Mr. Vance. But do not ever protest if you get tired of it. And your drawing might not be good at first. I warn you. Drawing is not easy. You may fail. But don't be sad, okay?"

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

In⁠stead‍ everything a⁠round Liam became complicate‍d and emotional Noah suddenly ran⁠ into t⁠he office holding p⁠apers‍ excitedly. ‍“Look!” Av‌a b‍linked at the drawing he‍ shoved toward them. Three badly drawn stic‍k f⁠igures stood together holding hands. One had⁠ brown hair. One had black h⁠air‍. One smaller‌ figu⁠r‌e stood betwe⁠en t‍hem s‍mil‍ing. At t‌he top, writ‌ten in childish handwriting, we⁠re fou‍r words.

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

he teased. I laughed—just a little. Later, Luca handed me a drawing pad and colored pencils. “Here. When words are hard, draw instead. It helps.” That night, I drew a wolf curled in a corner, wrapped in shadows, but with one small beam of light shining through the window. That light was shaped like Killian. I didn’t show anyone. Not yet. A few days passed. I kept trying. Talking in bits. Writing down short thoughts. Drawing more. Every time Killian entered the room, my heart jumped—but not out of fear. I started waiting for him. Watching the door. Listening to his footsteps.

"What's it, sweetie?" Saben pushed the paper in her face. "Look! I did this for you! Sabrina took the paper, her heart softening at the sight. It was a drawing of their family—stick figures with big smiles, holding hands. Above them was a bright yellow sun, and beside them was a dog that Saben often talked about wanting. “It’s beautiful, Saben,” Sabrina said, pulling him into a hug. “You’re such a talented artist!” Benedict walked over and crouched beside them, ruffling Saben's hair to give him an occasional genuine but rare smile. "You did this all on your own, buddy?"

Emma felt a familiar warmth in her chest as she moved from one child to another, offering encouragement and admiring their work. A girl named Sophie, who had been particularly quiet that day, tugged at Emma’s sleeve. “Miss Emma,” she said shyly, holding up a drawing of a tree with colorful birds perched on its branches. “Do you think it’s good?” Emma knelt beside her, studying the drawing with genuine admiration. “I think it’s beautiful, Sophie,” she said. “The colors you chose are so vibrant, and the way you made the birds look so happy it’s perfect.”

Paul rolled over slowly and turned to face the wall. Meanwhile, Nancy had finished, not one, but more than a dozen drawings. Finally, she stood up and said, “I’m done. Do you want to have a look? I carefully painted every pose, and I am confident that you will be pleased.” Paul rolled over, took the drawings from Nancy, and as he casually looked them over, he thought - These are actually very good. He was amazed. **** Nancy watched nervously as Paul looked over her drawings. Then, after what seemed forever, he finally looked up. “Who told you to draw so many pictures?” he asked.

Mercedes' POV “Can I see?” I asked Carter who shrieked and hud his paper behind his back. “Carter what's wrong? You've been drawing for hours, can I see?” I asked again but the little boy shook his head. “Why not?” I inquired. “I'm not yet done,” he replied. “Carter never shows me his drawings and he laughs at mine.” Penelope pouted as she rose her paper and showed me her drawing. There were four stickmen, two bigger ones on either side while two smaller ones stood in the middle smiling as they held their hands together.

He beamed while lifting his drawing book. I smiled while walking towards the bed. Nancy moved away from the bed after bowing her head a little while greeting me. I just gave her a slight nod, but my eyes were fixed on my son. I sat down in front of Evan and looked at the drawing with a faint smile. He recently learnt to color properly and draw some fruits. “Wow! You did well, buddy,” I praised him as he didn’t let the color get out of the line. He beamed excitedly.