Fluffy Drawings Novels & Stories

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

The ocean sparkled outside. Sunlight warmed the floor. God. Everything calm. Fair. Meanwhile Lily sat nearby drawing. Reasonable honestly. Or attempting to. Most of her attention remained fixed on Peanut. God. Naturally. Fair. Then it happened. Reasonable. Lily leaned closer to show one of her drawings. God. A masterpiece. Fair. Apparently a dolphin. Reasonable. Though it looked suspiciously like a potato. God. Then Peanut saw her. Fair. Immediately. Reasonable. Tiny eyes locked onto Lily.

Necessary things. The purple dinosaur blanket with one corner fraying. Her favorite pajamas with the peeling rainbow print. A stack of crayon drawings, rolled and smudged, each signed in crooked letters: ZOE. She laid them out on the desk one by one, flattening the curls at the corners with her palm. A smiling sun. A house with crooked windows. One with three stick figures: Mommy, Zoe, and someone in a suit with a question mark for a face.

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."

What the hell was I drawing? Mia peeked over my shoulder and whistled softly so the voice will be audible to me only. “That looks cool. It’s a little dark. But looks cool.” I looked at her and smiled. “Thanks.” She showed me her sketch. It was a cute sketch of a coat with flower designs on the sleeves and tiny butterflies flying around the fabric. “That’s really pretty,” I said honestly. “Thanks. I call it Spring in Paris,” she said proudly. I looked around. Some students were completely focused. Jordan was biting the end of his pencil while sketching something geometric design. Elisa had drawn a dress that I guess was made entirely of feathers.

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

Fluffy eagerly walked toward the walls, gesturing for Adrian to join him. After ensuring they were safe, Adrian approached. "Hmm, let’s see what they depict..." He scrutinized everything. He observed that the drawings on the wall were both complex and simple. The complexity stemmed from the multitude of lines intricately drawn in the murals, giving it an intricate appearance.

She makes a sassy face and I chuckle . " Well it's important for .. " I open my bag and search for my notebook that is supposed to be for study notes but is actually my boredom doodle file . " Tada ~ " I finish off as I show her my drawing of Luigini's wife naked and his name written between her legs . Since I didn't know what she looked like I decided to make her faceless , only shading to provide her a proper structure . Kayla slaps her hand against her mouth in order to stifle her laughter . Her face turns slightly red from restricting herself .

--- Her daughter ran to her at pickup, arms open, face bright. "Mama! Mama! I made you a picture!" Elena scooped her up. "Let me see, baby." The picture was crayon scribbles in every color, a sun in the corner, two stick figures holding hands. "That's you and me," Sofia explained. "And that's the sun. And that's Mr. Fluffy, but he's hiding." Elena laughed. "It's beautiful. The most beautiful picture I've ever seen." Sofia beamed.

"Wait, I have to show you something." Me, Fulvio, Esme and Valerie stand staring at each other in an awkward silence until Luka comes back with a pile of paper in his hands. Esme and Valerie seem to agree on this at least. They spring into action, helping Luka lay out his drawings on the kitchen table. Each page is divided into four or six panels. Figures leap across panels or interact within them. There are no speech bubbles. Luka points to one and Silvia moves around the table so she is behind him looking over his shoulder. There's a beautiful woman wearing an all black, tight-fitting all-in-one. She has long, dark hair and ...