Flower Crayon Novels & Stories

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

***************** A FEW MINUTES LATER. IN MIA'S ROOM........ "Use red, Jay Jay," Vicky said, placing a red crayon in Jay Jay's tiny hand and proceeding to color her book. The three of us are on the floor, Vicky and Jay Jay are busy with crayons and coloring books that Caleb gave to us yesterday. Vicky is doing well with hers but Jay Jay is making a mess of his book. Very funny little guy. He stared at him. He is currently staring at the red crayon in his tiny hand and like a few minutes ago, he moved it to his mouth.

a girl with braces teased her. Teasing words were now thickening the air and Mia, however hard for her to admit her feelings for V, was now blushing. "If my crush would do that to me, I would definitely bring him to heaven," a brunette girl added. "And how sure are you that you're allowed in heaven if you're too sinister?" Nichole commented. They all laughed. Mia just smiled. She did not say anything but she's definitely enjoying the moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What happened?" "Uncle Cas found me. Sat down on the grass even though he was wearing expensive clothes that would definitely get stained. Asked what was wrong." I smiled slightly despite my anxiety. "I told him the crayons were wrong. That night-blooming flowers weren't just white, they were silver and blue and purple all mixed together and my crayons couldn't do that." "What did he say?"

For this, I need pallet knives and wide stiff bristled brushes and vibrant yellow, phthalo blue, cerulean, cadmium red, russet, ink black, titanium white and lots of lively music to fuel my creative burst. I may be worried about what is happening with Gabriel and the press conference but I feel so darned loved and seen with him. I can’t help but feel more positive about my future. He gets me, he truly understands my needs and desires and appreciates my creativity. I pull my hair out of my face and put on music most people would never in a million years guess I love, then I push my sleeves up and start with big, bold strokes, laying out the basic shape and outline, the underpainting before I

I don’t have a clue what type of pencil she use with her drawings. Blue pencils, yellow pencils, green pencils and oh there’s mechanical pencils too. I stared at these pencils for five seconds and picked an orange Faber Castle mechanical pencil. It says from the packaging grip matic and 0.5, I don’t even know the purpose of the number 0.5, but I took it anyway.

He pulled out a bunch of blue colored crayons from his pocket. "Thank you," I excitedly swept the colors out of his hands as a beaming smile cover my face. Taking them one at a time, I counted out loud "1,2,3,4,5,6,..7!" I exclaimed happily. "I got you seven blue crayons, because today is our seventh birthday, and I know how much you love the color blue," He said, his smile never leaving his face. "Thank you," I jumped on my brother, hugging him tightly.

I looked at Alex and he noticed the way I looked at him in his peripheral vision. “I mean, baby, you only take the most important things...” Alex retorted without looking at me. “Am I correct?” he asked me as he looked at me. “Yes.” Miracle pouted her lips and looked at the colors again. “It’s hard to choose again.” “This is it baby, the sixty-four crayons set, one hundred sixty-eight pencil crayons and the one hundred sixty-eight color marker pens.” Miracle’s eyes almost had stars in admiration of how Alex chose colors for him.

With her big green eyes and long lashes, Elara looked like a startled deer — and the girls loved reminding her of it. "What about you, Elle? Aren't you going to draw?" Hayley asked when she noticed there were only three crayon packets in her arms. Elara's chest puffed with pride. Her friends always had new, interesting things, and today she had something to show them, too. "Here!" she took out a brand-new Little Artist crayon set from her bag, "My father got it for my birthday!" The girls soon got back to drawing their family picture as the teacher had told them to. With her small fingers, Elara neatly unwrapped her sixth birthday gift, the 24-color crayon set her father had given her just l