روايات وقصص ضمن Encouraging Drawings

“Are you still drawing?” I blinked. “Yeah… I mean, kind of. Some freelance stuff here and there.” “he’s being modest,” my mom cut in proudly. “River’s drawings were featured in that art walk last month. People couldn’t stop talking about that one with the fog and the tree.” “It was beautiful,” Elliot added, nodding. “I saw it on I*******m.” “Thanks,” I said quietly, feeling heat rise in my face. “I just… like messing with paints.”

That afternoon, I was surprised to find Marcus waiting for me when I got home from work. "Mr. Lucian asked me to give this to you," he said, holding out a folded piece of paper. I opened it to find a drawing of two stick figures holding hands under a rainbow. At the bottom, in Marcus's careful handwriting, were the words "For Miss Lexi from your friend Marcus." "He said you were sad about mean people on the computer," Marcus explained. "I drew this to make you feel better." I knelt down to his level, feeling tears prick my eyes. "This is the most beautiful drawing I've ever seen."

Whatever the case, I was always happy to see improvement. My plan was that they painted the flowers, and I would use a black pen to draw in the details after they were done, as well as write some encouraging words for when Zayn faces off against Tristan. I also let the pups write an encouraging message on their own, and after what felt like hours of drawing, and painting later, everything was finished.

he whispers before pecking me on the lips. “Hey,” I reply, taking a peck of my own. “How’s everything going?” “Dare I say, pretty smoothly,” he remarks. “No complications so far.” “That’s great!” “Mommy, daddy, here!” Ending our conversation, Lucy shows us an A4 sheet full of stick figures she’d drawn, smiling under the sun while standing on grass. Well, they aren’t quite stick-like figures, they certainly look better than my own drawings at her age. It seemed like somebody was developing talent. She’d taken an interest in drawing lately, and it had stuck more than her previous interests had.

She walked up to them and laughed out; they looked as if they were made by some kid. There were many such drawings carefully framed and decorated on the wall; there were drawings of mountains, houses, something that looked like elephant, flowers and apple. Bee was a brilliant artist and couldn't stop herself from criticizing them. She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?"

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

“It’s us. You, me, and Uncle Marcus. We’re at the park.” My heart softened immediately as I looked at the colorful stick figures. There were three figures holding hands, the sun shining bright above them. It was simple, but it was perfect. This was our world—small, happy, and whole. I smiled and picked up the drawing, setting it safely away from the documents. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” “Why is that paper scary?” he asked, glancing at the envelope. “It looks like the one from the man in the black car.”

It took me a week to finish it and I'm pretty happy with the outcome. "Wow," I heard her mumble. She beamed darlingly before running to her mini chair and table. I intended to provide her with the stuff for her drawings, coloring, and writing. Heidi also gifted her with so many drawing books and coloring materials because when she was in the children's care, she was fond of the activity. The excitement on her face was clear as she ran around touching her things. My heart overflowed with felicity.

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.

The drawings are so detailed, the colors so realistic, that it would be difficult for anyone else to believe that a four year old drew them. It was a beautiful gift. “Baby, your drawings are so beautiful, honey.” Mackenzie cooed with a soft smile, giving Calista’s cheek a soft tickle which made her giggle. “Now, how about your piano lessons? Are you enjoying them?” She shook her head slowly. “No… but I am enjoying my art lessons in school!” “Oh, really? I can tell by all those beautiful drawings.” “Do you like them, mommy?” “Of course, I do!” Mackenzie exclaimed with a hand on her heart. As if not liking Calista’s drawings would be literal sacrilege.