Flower Crayon Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Penny made us color frogs. And mine had pink spots. And then Blake ate his crayon." "Did not!" Blake shouted, his mouth full of pancake. "Did too!" She countered with a grin. "He chewed the blue one." "Only 'cause it smelled like candy!" I burst out laughing. "Blake, baby, crayons are not snacks." He shrugged. "It was yummy." Jake tugged my sleeve. "Mama, my teacher said I can count to twenty. Wanna hear?" "Of course I do!" He held up his fingers and started. "One... two... four... six... uh... eight..."

"That's obvious. You don't even color inside the lines. You color all over the page." She teases him and he frowns at her. "The lines are just suggestions and I color outside them creatively." He says and I laugh. "I like that answer." I say and he beams up at me. Sienna shakes her head with a smile, and places two more boxes of crayons into the trolley. "What else?" She asks just as I grab several packs of colored paper. "We'll need these." I say and she nods her head. "Ooh!" Aiden reaches for glitter.

"They were bright pink. The crayons and markers stained their father's house for years to come." Elena nodded. "Do you know of any jewelry stores that take commissions?" At the jewelry store, Elena talked Massimo into getting a custom necklace charm of a pink crayon. "Isn't this a little cheap?" Massimo said as they filled out the form and were given a price. "Family deserves more expensive gifts." Elena stared at Massimo. The crayon was going to be made out of a cylinder of pure gold with two pink diamonds attached at either end. Engraved on the crayon in even tinier diamonds would be a simple picture of a rabbit's head.

He accepted his fate and gave another envelope. Miley explained, "This is a makeup contouring brush. It's used to blend the makeup on the cheekbones and nose." Cyrus nearly spat blood. Lindsay took out a small palette with little segments in different shades of deep orange and yellow inside. "May I ask you all that this is?" "This is the one! To apply on the eyes!" Christin's eyes lit up. He had learnt this before! Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow."

“We were told to paint a flower with our crayons and mine was the prettiest.” “Oh really?” She bobbed her head excitedly. “Yes! I used the yellow, green, and red crayons and the other kids were sooo jealous.” She giggled happily. “My teacher wouldn’t let me bring the picture home thought so I told daddy to take a picture of it with his phone so he could show it to you.” She explained. My heart glanced at Dylan momentarily and my heart leaped in my chest. “Daddy come here.” She ushered him forward with her hand. “Come and show the picture to Hera.”

They were old and worn down, some were broken in half. I selected a brown crayon, the same color Evie had used for the mother wolf. Then, carefully, I began to color the father wolf. My hand shook as I coloured. Tears continued to fall, dropping to the page and messing up the page. But I kept going. When I was done, the picture was complete. A family of three wolves, all colored, standing together. But I wasn’t finished. I picked up a black crayon and, under Evie’s words, I carefully wrote in my own messy handwriting:

Ella says taking the blue crayon and making everyone laugh. "Miss Bee! You have a white crayon," Raphael says making us all laugh. "Daddy, white cwayons don't draw," Wissa corrects him. "But it's a snow theme, it should be white," Raphael says with a shrug. "I'll get you a white one," Miss Bee says playing along with him, getting him a white crayon and handing it to him.

Is he flirting with me ? " What's wrong ?", he asked as I fiddled with the pencils in my hand. " Ahmm..mine is Faber Castel Poly..c..chromos pencils. It's q..quality is good. Maybe you buy it and try.", I said. He smiled. " No matter whichever paint I use and how hard I try, I won't be able to draw your beautiful baby blue eyes as beautifully as they are.", he said. " E..Ethan, stop s..saying such things.", I chided.

Arjun said standing up again making her eyes shine in happiness. (Translation: Wait, I have better crayons than that. I'll give them to you.) "Colour?" She asked him excitedly forgetting all the gloominess away. (Translation: Crayons?) "Haan colour." He said confirming her words and went back to his study table. (Translation: Yes crayons.) Rummaging through the study table's lowest drawer he fished out a new packet of crayons and walked back to the bed handing her the packet. She looked at him innocently wanting to know if she could colour with them.

They chose to sit on the back porch and enjoy the morning that was turning into noon. "Can you draw?" Shareeza asked as she opened a crayon box with too many colors. Alethea was surprised and impressed when she saw it. During school, she had only been able to use a 12-color pencil set, and those were short. Even when she went to a bookstore, the largest set she'd seen was 48 colors. But Shareeza's? Rich people really were different, Alethea thought to herself in awe.