Encouraging Drawings Novels & Stories

Kabir asked, placing his hands gently on Kavish's shoulders. Kavish looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm making a family drawing, Daddy! See!" He proudly turned the paper toward Kabir, revealing a colorful array of bear-like figures, each one distinctly different in size. Above each bear, he had written names with arrows pointing to their respective figures: Edhaa, Kavish, Mumma, and Daddy. Kabir's heart swelled with warmth as he took in the artwork. "Wow! Breaking all the crockery kind of helped, huh?" he chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

"But maybe-daddy isn't just in my dreams. He's in my thoughts when I'm awake, too. Like, when something funny happens at school, I think about telling him. When I draw, I make them for him, even though I can't give them to him." She jumped up and got her backpack, pulling out a folder full of drawings. "See? These are all for my maybe-daddy." I opened the folder, my hands shaking. Inside were tons of drawings, all with the same tall guy with dark hair standing next to Emma and me. In some, he was pushing Emma on a swing. In others, he was reading her stories. In one, we were all baking cookies, with flour all over us. But it was the last drawing that got to me.

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.

“Great art, Billie. A young, beautiful girl with freedom—that's what you have drawn. You are quite good at art.” I smiled. “Yes, ma'am.” “Keep it up; you are going somewhere with that,” she encouraged. “Thank you, ma'am,” I replied. Ann also came over to compliment me. I had never drawn anything this beautiful in my life, but I guess it was because of how badly I wanted it to be. I wished that one day the girl in my drawing would be me: beautiful, elegant, and able to stand up to my bullies. After art, we had economics and mathematics, then we went to lunch.

LOOKING at the art materials in front of him. Cole doesn’t want to even pick a single crayon to start his art. “Everyone, for today’s art, I want you all to draw what inspires you to wake up every day. Who and what makes you smile and stay positive, understand?”

When Elaine walked closer, Ellena reached out to touch her head and said, "Daddy also thinks that you painted well." Elaine heard Ellena's words and looked up at her little bun like face. She looked at her in a daze. Did Daddy praise her just now? "Father just thinks that you drew well and you must continue to work hard! Come on!" Ellena made a gesture of encouragement to her. Elaine also followed suit and made a gesture of encouragement. Then she giggled. It was good to be a child. She did not know anything. A few words of coaxing could make her happy for a long time.

I began to hear whispers. “He doesn’t,” I heard another. “He’s only pitying the poor thing. A handsome person like him could never fall for someone as ugly as her.” Hurt by their words, I immediately walked from the cafeteria, fighting back tears. Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, stopped me in the hallway. She wanted me to help her after school to organize some books.

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”

It easily express the joy behind the drawing, making the teacher's heart warm up towards the child. “Wow, Lily! That’s amazing!” one of the girls sitting beside her exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration. “You’re really good at drawing!” Lily smiled brightly. “Thanks! I love drawing my family. They’re the best!” Her drawing caught the attention of the other children, and soon she was surrounded by classmates complimenting her work. With each positive comment, Lily’s heart swelled with pride. Both she and Jack were no longer the odd ones out—they were admired and respected by their new peers.

"He's drawing in the backyard." Brycen took a sip of milk before wiping the stain on the edge of his mouth with a napkin. "After both of us encouraged him to go to that art exhibition, he suddenly got so motivated that he has been drawing every day and night. He made himself so busy that I have no idea where he got all his energy from." Molly smiled warmly after hearing that. "Isn't that a good thing? We should be happy for him now that he's so dedicated to doing something."