Free Printable Noah's Ark Craft Printable Novels & Stories

In the corner, Noah hummed softly to himself as he enthusiastically painted a picture, oblivious to the tension that hung in the room. Before Freya could say anything, Noah bounded back to Diego’s bedside, holding up his coloring book with pride. “Look, Diego! I finished it!” he exclaimed excitedly, thrusting the page toward him. It was a colorful, slightly messy drawing of what appeared to be the three of them standing together under a bright yellow sun. Diego smiled warmly, his hand gently ruffling Noah’s hair. “This is amazing, buddy. You’re an artist in the making”, he said softly.

Her smile, the nervous look in her eyes, the richness of her laugh… Chad couldn't get her out of his head and that was the main reason he had gone back to the unfinished painting of her laying in a corner of his room. Ruffling his hair again, he walked through the tarp, towards his work station and sat on the stool next to the easel. Focus, Chad, he chastised himself, picking up his sable brush to continue working on his latest project. The painting was an incomplete depiction of Mount Ararat. For someone who didn't give two fucks about religion, Chad found himself creating art related to it. According to what he had gotten from research, Mount Ararat was known to be the mountain where the A

“Which means you couldn’t have done anything to make her not like you.” He nodded, and I took his blank sheet of paper and placed it in front of me. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s start with the seed. That’s you. Do you remember how to spell your name, Noah?” He nodded. “N-O-A-H,” he said. “Very good,” I said as I drew a little brown seed with a colored pencil and wrote his name next to it. “Now, who do you spend the most time with?” “Daddy,” he said.

A small canvas—painted by Lila: the four of them on the beach at sunset, stick-figure style but with real emotion in the colors. Emily’s throat tightened. “It’s us,” Lila said quietly. “The day you told us Noah was coming. I remember you crying happy tears. I wanted to paint it so we never forget.” Emily pulled her into a hug. “It’s perfect. Thank you, baby.” Noah shoved his card forward—folded construction paper, glitter everywhere. Inside: a drawing of the family holding hands, big hearts, and the words “Best Mom & Dad Ever” in wobbly letters.

She asked and he chuckled. "I'm very dominant in the bedroom and I won't take that dominant tone from you, Mrs. Noah. Better open those lips of yours and suck this cock," he said with a growl. Crystal felt herself become so wet at the command. She smiled and licked the tip of his length, making him shudder and moan. "Fuck!" Crystal giggled and pushed his thick length into her mouth then swirled her tongue on the tip. He gripped her hair from the back, then she began to suck on his warm length faster. His moans and grunts filled the room, prompting her to go faster.

The package arrived at dawn. Noah stood alone in his study. It sat on his desk, wrapped in plain brown paper, tied with twine. No note. No name. But he knew. Sullivan always had a flair for the dramatic. The twine snapped easily under his fingers. The paper fell away, revealing a wooden crate beneath. He lifted the lid. The stench hit him first, the copper and the decay. Then the sight: a severed hand, fingers curled inward, the skin gray and lifeless. Nestled between the stiff fingers was a single sheet of parchment.

He stopped about two feet away, hovering, his eyes wide as he stared at the drawing. "It needs a flag, doesn't it?" I asked, keeping my voice low and conversational, as if we had been talking for hours. "Maybe a pirate flag. Or a spaceship launcher." Noah blinked. He looked at the tin of pencils, then up at me. I picked up a deep blue colored pencil and held it out to him, eraser-end first. "You want to add the spaceship?"

We all were. “Go, Noah!” Blair cheered with a wide smile, clapping her hands like she was the one about to be on stage. I didn’t look at her. I just kept my eyes on Noah, watching the way he stood there, trying to compose himself, trying to be brave. He cleared his throat, voice strong despite the slight quiver. “This is my space capsule.” he began, proudly. “It’s the coolest and most artistic project because I made it with real design ideas from real astronauts and engineers.” He performed lively.

Noah said enthusiastically as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the office. I followed him inside and saw that a little circle of toys had been set up next to Jake’s desk. There was a little backpack, as well as coloring books and an assortment of pencils and crayons that littered the carpet. “That’s quite the little play area you’ve got.” “I’m coloring now,” he told me. “I finished playing with my toys.” “That’s good,” I smiled. “Can I see what you’ve colored?” Noah handed me his coloring book proudly, and I took a careful look at the pictures he had completed.

It’s quite a sight to behold. “It’s beautiful,” I admit honestly. As much as I want to reach out and touch everything, I resist. If this really has been created by his late mothee, I wouldn’t want to disrupt anything. “Do you like beautiful things? You made this Pack to be so immaculate, it’s like magic.” Noah smiles slightly. “I take pride in what I enjoy.”