Fluffy Drawings Novels & Stories

“Glitter only for the back pages. So it doesn’t disturb the serious work.” I watch the watercolor in her hand, tiny splatters already landing on the carpet. My serious work quietly cries in a corner, but honestly, today I don’t care. “Mommy, look.” She draws a small circle in the corner of the page, then adds two dots and a smile. “This is my gang. Table center. Happy.” There are four tiny heads there. One with long hair in a ponytail, green eyes. Above it: ME. I smile faintly. “You look very proud.”

She lay on the bed, kicking her legs in the air as she coloured her drawing. It didn't come out as planned, but it did look similar to what she pictured in her head. Her short hair was messed up and unnecessarily filled with pins. She hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully with her head tilted to the side to observe her work. It was still missing something. Sunshine. She picked her yellow coloured pencil and drew a big bright sun.

I glanced around, her nose scrunching at the rumpled papers, torn sketch pads, broken pencils, Louis’ textbooks, Lily’s teddy bear, and finally, Leo’s sweater. They were huddled together, holding my latest drawing, examining it. “Mommy! I think I got it!” Lily squeaked, scooting closer. “You should add some sprinkles here, and there… just like that!” I bit inside my cheek to hold back a laugh as she drew out her advice, it looked like a beautiful mess. “All your advice includes sprinkles, Lily. If we followed you; this house would be made of glitter!” Leo glared at her, taking off his headphones.

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

Penelope nodded in response. "Who's your little friend?" I pointed to her stuffed animal. "His name is Wolfie." She said which made sense because it was a wolf. "You've got a really cute friend." I commented but Penelope did not respond. She was simply focused on her drawing which caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat as I saw that she was drawing the exact same flower symbol on one of the boxes given to me as a gift by Emilia and Tyler. "What flower is that?" I pointed to her drawing.

Hearing her daughter's sugary voice, Michelle couldn't help but laugh. Michelle examined the drawings closely. Lizzy's skills were indeed advanced for her age, with vibrant colors and heartwarming scenes. Both drawings depicted "family", one a "larger family" and the other a "nuclear family". Lizzy's keen observation was evident in her detailed depictions: her baby sister with a pacifier, her mom with waist-length hair, her dad in a suit and tie, and herself with big, round eyes. In the other drawing, she'd used lighter shades for the grandparents' hair. While Michelle understood what Lizzy had drawn, she still playfully asked, "Wow, Lizzy, these are amazing! But what did you draw here?"

"Mom’s on the left, and Dad’s on the right. Mom has long hair like you, and Dad likes to wear short sleeves and long pants..." Watching her explaining her drawing, Melody smiled. "It looks great." "Where’s your drawing?" Lily asked. Christopher followed Lily's gaze, and saw Melody tracing a shape with a pencil on the white paper in front of her. "It’s not finished yet," Melody answered casually. She added a few more strokes to the paper as she spoke. The seemingly random movements made the cat active and vivid. Even the way its fur folded when it raised its paws were lifelike, as if it would jump out of the paper in the next second.

, I chipped know with a chirpy voice and I could see it in their expressions that it got on their last nerves. I watched them with hooded eyes as they shred the ugly designs into pieces and sighed when they handed me the sketchpad back. "You must think this is funny, but you haven't seen aything yet. You will sit here and draw me other better designs", Lola snapped angrily, and I shrugged. "Of course", I replied with a smile. I took out my drawing materials from my bag and began to draw again. The dresses I drew were not much different from the ugly ones I had drawn earlier. This time, they were more hideous, giving exaggerated views of what Lola had described her dress to look like.

"Mommy! See I drew this." Sweety showed me her drawing. “What baby?” I bought the book from her hand and was astonished by seeing her drawing skills. "Wow!! It's beautiful." I was mesmerized by the beauty of her drawing. "Baby, did you draw this?" I asked once again to confirm whether I heard her correctly. "Yeah!!!" She shook her head excitedly. I drew my hand over the picture, an unknown smile grew on my face. She painted of her, her daddy, and her mommy with Swollen stomach. It seems real as I can see our future through this.

My voice flat. “You do not joke with things like that young man.” Mom says to Dorian. Cassian changes the talk fast. “Cupcake,” he says. “Show Uncle Vor your new painting.” Lila jumps down. She runs to her bag. Brings back a paper. Crayon colors bright. A big house. Stick figures. “This is us,” she says. “You are the tall one. See? You have no smile.” I look. The stick me stands stiff. No mouth line. Everyone else has big grins. My chest tightens.