Fluffy Drawings Novels & Stories

Just let m help you Siren, let me turn your art to something beautiful,” handing me a piece of paper. I hesitantly took it from her hand. “You are not alone,” I unfolded the piece of paper with familiar drawing. It was a drawing of a baby inside a sunflower. In fact it was Chu. “Think about it,"

She walked up to them and laughed out; they looked as if they were made by some kid. There were many such drawings carefully framed and decorated on the wall; there were drawings of mountains, houses, something that looked like elephant, flowers and apple. Bee was a brilliant artist and couldn't stop herself from criticizing them. She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?"

Lily came back with the drawing before he left. It was a house, a big square with a triangle roof, the way all children draw houses, with a sun in the corner that had about sixteen rays coming off it. In front of the house there were three figures. The tallest one had what appeared to be a suit drawn on in careful crayon strokes. The smallest one had enormous hair. The middle one had, Lily had given it long dark hair and a yellow shape at the bottom of the page that I eventually understood was supposed to be a cardigan, My cardigan. The yellow one I wore on Tuesdays.

“Yes, Aunt Fiona, and of course me, oh, and Uncle Carlos.” “I see, you did good, baby.” I looked at her drawings; of course they were children's drawings, so good enough for her age, especially when she got the important parts—that fingers are supposed to be ten, five on each hand, two eyes, ears, and one nose. “I can’t believe you got Aunt Fiona’s freckles.” “Oh yes, she looks just like her, right, Mommy?” “Right, you did good, baby. I'm sure your teacher will give you a sticker.”

I told her as Johnny giggled in my lap. "Amelia! Amelia! Look at my drawing!" Amy yelled from across the room with a piece of paper in her hands. She came up to me and showed me a beautiful drawing of a branch filled with small pink flowers. Amy was always the artist as a child and it seemed to be paying off as I stared at the beautiful drawing she created. It was neat and it had to shade, it wasn't too over the top and the simplicity of it made me smile, it warmed my heart looking at it. "It's beautiful Amy," I cooed softly as she beamed proudly at me.

he whispers before pecking me on the lips. “Hey,” I reply, taking a peck of my own. “How’s everything going?” “Dare I say, pretty smoothly,” he remarks. “No complications so far.” “That’s great!” “Mommy, daddy, here!” Ending our conversation, Lucy shows us an A4 sheet full of stick figures she’d drawn, smiling under the sun while standing on grass. Well, they aren’t quite stick-like figures, they certainly look better than my own drawings at her age. It seemed like somebody was developing talent. She’d taken an interest in drawing lately, and it had stuck more than her previous interests had.