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?"

“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.