Encouraging Drawings Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Tanner said as he entwined his fingers with mine, and we walked into the school. "Mommy, Daddy look!" Cora cried as she held up a picture she had drawn of all of us together playing with a puppy. "The kids were all asked to draw pictures of something they wanted but didn't have. Cora is quite the artist, as you can see. She had the best drawing out of the whole class. I can say this now because all the other kids and parents are gone; Cora's drawing is almost perfect, whereas the other kids mainly scribbled. She is well beyond her years. She's a bright and talented young girl. You both should help her strengthen her artistic abilities; they will get her far someday, " Mrs. Miller said as she

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.

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.