Encouraging Drawings Novels & Stories

‘I guess even they noticed the height difference between Dante and me,’ I gave a quiet chuckle. “And this is us and Yuki, and we’re all holding hands.” Three little stick figures, blue, purple, and green, were next to the pink one, along with a weird-looking yellow thing that I guess was Yuki. “It’s beautiful, Nathan. Good job.” I cheered, and he beamed with pride. “Mine next.” Michael shoved his drawing into my hand, and I took his and Leon’s. They were similar to Nathan’s work, but Michael’s was more wonky, and the height difference was less dramatic. Leon’s drawing was the neatest, with a big red heart around us.

"Your uncle’s feeling a bit weak today." She drew a shocked breath as if I'd said something blasphemous. "So, it’s true! Mommy said you got hurt being stupid again." I swallowed a sigh. "Did she, now? A more restrained shuffle came behind her, and Emilio entered more cautiously. His arms were full of what looked like half a dozen drawings. "I drew things for you, Uncle" he mumbled. "Did you?" I said as I took the pages and looked at them. His drawings were a mix of smudged markers, lots of red, and some vaguely tank-shaped blobs. I smiled even though it didn’t make sense. "This is just what I needed."

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Professional labels. "Yes, sweetheart. A long time ago." "It's really good." "Thank you." Alexander has dropped his pile on the floor and is kneeling next to Madison, flipping through pages with no regard for order or care. "MAMA! You drew SO MUCH! There's like a MILLION drawings! How did you draw a million drawings?" "It wasn't a million—" "Look at this one! It's a whole HOUSE! But it's tiny! Is this house tiny?" "That's called a scale drawing, Alexander," Ethan says. Still standing. Still holding his stack. Still looking at the red sketchbook with that focused expression.

Queen quarreled playfully. "Chill out its not like I...." "Daddy!!!!" A voice intrups Dennis and they all look to see a young girl ran to meet Dennis, Holding gerald's sketch book. "Uncle tell her to give me my draw painting." Jr ran down, whining. "Daddy you need to see this." Aiden was laughing as she was showing the drawing to Dennis. It was a sketch of two couple without body. Just head, tiny leg and hands it's so hilarious to her.

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.

It was completely original. Their artwork was amazing and they finished masterpiece after masterpiece without any effort. Sharon’s drawings were at times so realistic, they could have been photographs and at other times, they looked like moving animations, changing expression depending on which angle you looked at them. Jenny even drew an amazing picture of the whole library, it looked like she had included every book, all in such fine detail. I spent hours staring at it, trying to find something wrong with it, but it was perfect. Mr. Haddidi was very impressed with them too. He was constantly complementing their work and looking way too pleased every day in class. He’d come into class and p

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."

I’d go buy us party tickets, Have fuck… sorry, Fun. I rolled my eyes, focusing on the pictures I had found on my phone from years ago. I needed inspiration for drawing, and the pizza boxes Kian brought did the trick. After years, I was finally starting to draw something that actually made sense. Being with Kian gave me the inspiration I needed; for the first time in forever, I was actually drawing something I was proud of.

She tried to call some of them back, but they were too focused on their drawings. Selene continued helping the kids. She drew a tiger for one boy and a unicorn for a little girl. The children cheered and showed their drawings to each other proudly. For the first time in a long time, Selene felt useful. She felt like she was doing something good.