Novel & Cerita Fluffy Drawings

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

I sat down on the floor just outside her cell and said softly, “Hi, I'm Freya. What are you up to?” She cautiously turned to face me, and her beauty took my breath away. She had ash-blonde hair, and the brightest blue/green eyes. She was so pretty, it looked like her face had been sculpted to perfection. A button nose, high cheekbones, and a set of lips that would put the Kardashians to shame. She didn't reply, but she did hold up her pad to show me what she was doing. She had drawn a picture of me, surrounded by flames and lightning bolts. The picture was amazing and ridiculously detailed, I needed to see it closer. “Do you mind if I come in and look at it?” I asked her with confidence.

"-but we will appreciate your drawing more if you explain what you drew in detail just like Finn did." Considerably more cheerful, Freya stepped forward. "That is me-" Freya said. She pointed to the girl in the picture. "-and around me are lots of animals. Our teacher taught us about animals last week, so I drew them. Over here is a giraffe, a cat, a lion and a bear. It looks like Billy, my teddy bear..." Freya continued naming the other animals she had drawn. By the time she was done, Elliot was looking at her proudly.

That was what she told herself. "Fina, look at thwis," Finlay said showing her the drawing he made. The girl showed surprise and looked at the stick figures in awe. "This is beautiful, Finn. Tell me who's this?" She said pointing at the small figure. Finlay beamed at her. "Thwis is Finn and thwis is Fina," Finlay said proudly with a beautiful smile gracing his lips. "Wow, Finn. You draw us so well, I love it. Give me a hug," She appreciated the kid who wrapped his small arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. She inhaled his warm baby scent.

I had a splendid dream of sitting on a cliff. The moon shone ten times brighter than it ever did on any other night, and beside me was the most beautiful being, a werewolf in his human form, having only my red shawl spread across his groin. One of his hands rested on top of mine, was so warm, and I stared at his face illuminated by the moon's sliver light. "I'm drawn to you, Amara Lively," his lips slowly moved as he called me by my full name. I never once thought he knew.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

Lily was coloring at the counter, her tongue sticking out in concentration. “Good morning,” Kira said. Elena turned and smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” “I did.” “Coffee?” “Please.” Her mother poured her a cup and handed it to her. Kira took a sip and sat down next to Lily. “What are you drawing, baby?” Lily held up her paper. It was a picture of a house with stick figures in front. “That’s us. You, me, Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Marcus.”

I looked at the father and daughter, puzzled, or perhaps wondering if they were playing a prank on me. “Open it, Nathalie.” I took a deep breath then opened the paper. Seeing what was on the paper, I stopped short, completely surprised. It was a vibrant drawing. A woman and a man with round heads, triangular bodies, and stick-like arms and legs. In the space between the woman and the man was a child, all three stick figures had their hands connected. On the other side was a drawing of a large house, its roof a triangle and the rest of the house a square.

“We didn’t keep score; it was just for fun. But nobody ever got me down, so I guess I won.” I laughed under my breath and nodded. “Yeah, it sounds like you did.” He took another bite of his food, and I turned to Flora, who had just set the glass down. “Flora, how was your day?” “It was good, Mom. We had art today, and I made a wolf out of macaroni art. I’m bringing it home tomorrow.” She took another bite of food, almost as messy an eater as Cody. “Oh, I can’t wait to see that!” I replied before turning to Kyle.

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"