روايات وقصص ضمن Encouraging Drawings

Alice wasn’t sure if she could easily adjust to not having a child running around, but she has no choice. She continued staring at the drawing and couldn’t help but notice the small details in it. All the four leaves have a small smiley face each and an actual note at the bottom right of the huge "GOOD LUCK" just below the actual drawing. The note says, "Be safe always" and "Thank you, sister." Alice could tell that the kid has a good future in art-related industries, maybe fashion as well.

Step three: Show Mommy he’s not scary. Step four: Don’t get caught. I added a little drawing of a wolf family at the bottom, a big wolf, a smaller wolf with long hair like Mommy’s, and a tiny wolf cub with curls like mine. “What are you drawing?” John, the clumsy boy with a running nose, said , stretching his head to see. I covered it with my arms frowning at him. “No you can't see it.” “Come on let me, you don't want to talk to me anymore since you found your daddy.”

“I made two. One for you and one for your dad. Here is Zuri and here is Michael. I figured we could hang them for people to see at the funeral and then the families can take the drawings home with them.” “That is very thoughtful honey. They will love that,” says mom. We head outside and I see three caskets, thankfully closed, and everyone in attendance taking their seats. Each casket has it’s own flower stand with a wreath. I decide to tape my picture in the middle of the wreath. I walk over to uncle Owen’s dad and hand him his drawing. “What’s this,” he asks. “It’s the same drawing that is hanging by Anna’s casket. I drew two. One for you and that one is for uncle Owen. I’m sorry about Anna

Today is a Christmas party in her school and also her school vacation starts from today. “Mammy, I have made this,” She said, giving me her drawing card. “Why this card,” I asked. “Maestro asked us to make a family diagram and the best drawing will take place on a Christmas tree,” She said happily, showing the picture. I opened the card and saw her amazing painting. She has different levels of craze for painting. She has drawn me in the center beside a shadow, and I know what it means. She draws herself to the right side of the shadow, interlocking fingers with him and another side, Jonathan sitting in a wheelchair.

My name was called as I wiped my sweaty hands in my jeans. "You are going to nail your drawing. I'm looking forward to it." Mrs.Whiteman grinned. She always encouraged me and I was her favorite student. I smiled and picked up my card. I turned it to see Alexander's name. Fate is playing games in my life. I mentally jumped up and threw my fist in the air. I was happy would be an understatement. I hid my smile as I glared at Alex who was grinning at me as his dimpled cheeks popped up.

All they did in my class was practice adding and subtracting. Mom got a funny look on her face when I told her that I like to draw during math. While the other kids werre counting on their fingers I would pretend to be working in my workbook. Truthfully, I was sketching. I had some cool drawings in that workbook, hidden way in the back. I like to draw weather events, uncontrolled power unleashed on unsuspecting souls. I liked hurricanes and tornadoes the best. I loved the power a storm generated. The inevitable destruction it would cause was fun to try to put on paper. Sometimes I would see a storm raging in my mind and I could barely draw fast enough to get all the details on the page

Even with everything going on, they found joy in the smallest things like a storybook, a bean plant, a teacher’s praise. “Mama?” Mabel’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can we bring some of our drawings to show Grandma when she comes home?” I smiled, warmth spreading through me at her thoughtfulness, “I think she’d love that. Why don’t we pick out a few after breakfast?” Mabel grinned, and Miles nodded eagerly, his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

he announced proudly. He proudly displayed a crudely drawn picture of Troy, which was barely recognizable. I struggled to suppress my laughter, not wanting to hurt the child's feelings. Troy seemed taken aback by the drawing but managed to conceal his thoughts. "Wow, it's quite something. You are going to be a great artist one day," Troy encouraged, patting the boy's head. “ Thank you Alpha Troy” he answered, feeling very pleased and proud of himself. “ I'm going to draw more of you”

“I don’t even know what I’d draw.” “That’s perfectly fine.” He smiled encouragingly. “We’ll figure it out together.” There was something in the way he said “we” that made my throat tighten once more. He quietly got up and returned with a sketch pad and pencil, when had he even grabbed those? and gently placed them in my hands. “I’ve seen the way your eyes light up when you talk about the little things you enjoy,” he said. “I want to see that again.” A warm, painful flutter filled my chest.

When was the last time anyone had asked about my happiness? "I... I like reading," I admitted softly. "And drawing, sometimes. When I can." He slid into the chair across from me, his eyes falling on my sketchbook. "These are incredible." His fingers traced the edge of the paper, careful not to touch the actual drawings. "You have real talent." Heat flooded my cheeks. "They're just doodles..." "Just doodles?" He raised an eyebrow. "The detail in these wolves... the way you've captured their movement... that's pure art."