Funtime Foxy Drawings Novels & Stories

, I muttered and went back to work. ______________________________________________ *** At the Maldives*** " Mummy mummy, look what I drew", Coco yelled excitedly as she ran to show me her art. " It's beautiful baby, I didn't know you could draw vultures so well", I said with a smile. Then she looked at me with a surprising frown. " What's the matter baby?", I asked as I knelt down in front of her with her face between my palms. Then looked at the drawing and in a sulky voice said, " That's not a vulture, it's a butterfly", pouting as she said it. I was surprised honestly, because there wasn't even the slightest resemblance to a butterfly in her drawing. " Of course I knew that, I was just te

Even his mannerisms sometimes shocked me, seeing her in the things he did. “Dad! Look!” I leaned over, both of them putting their drawings on the desk. Smiling, I saw what clearly was a 4 year old’s drawing. Though Zain’s was far more understandable than Xander’s. “Is that a grey wolf?” They both nodded furiously. “The one that plays with us in the clearing.” “Sometimes he comes and lets us climb on him.” My eyes narrowed. We didn’t have any white or grey wolves in the territory. Not even my father showed his age in his wolf, still being his rust brown with maybe a sprinkling of grey around the muzzle and ears. I wondered where they got the idea for a grey wolf.

She locked the door from inside and lay on her bed face down as she sobbed. After a while, She stood up and walked up to where she dropped her bag, taking the drawing book from her bag she sat on her bed and starting drawing vigorously as she Panted and cried like someone who is scared to death. She finished drawing as she threw the book to the floor and buried her face on her pillow and cried. It was a drawing of a van with someone inside. . Alex got home late that day, he got to the parlor and met Fay, his sister's babysitter, coming out from her room, holding hands with Bonnie who was giggling, probably enjoying the story Fay was telling her.

All they did in my class was practice adding and subtracting. Mom got a funny look on her face when I told her that I like to draw during math. While the other kids werre counting on their fingers I would pretend to be working in my workbook. Truthfully, I was sketching. I had some cool drawings in that workbook, hidden way in the back. I like to draw weather events, uncontrolled power unleashed on unsuspecting souls. I liked hurricanes and tornadoes the best. I loved the power a storm generated. The inevitable destruction it would cause was fun to try to put on paper. Sometimes I would see a storm raging in my mind and I could barely draw fast enough to get all the details on the page

“Mommy, Daddy, look!” Thomas turned off the stove, wiping his hands on a towel before crouching down to her level. “Let’s see this masterpiece.” Lily carefully held up the paper. The dragon she had drawn was big and colorful, with red wings, yellow flames, and a green tail. It was messy, with crayon lines darting everywhere, but it was full of heart. “Wow,” Thomas said, his voice filled with awe. “That’s the coolest dragon I’ve ever seen.”

Will my mom come back when I become good at drawing? "Yes, I won't lie to you." Shirley also crouched down and smiled at him. Felix lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before nodding obediently. "Okay, then I'll learn to draw." "Good boy." Shirley gave him a thumbs up. "Felix, I'll have the chef make you something to eat. What do you want?" Harry, afraid of continuing that topic, changed the subject. "I…" Before Felix could answer, Shirley suggested, "How about asking Harry to make you something nice?"

She leans close to Vanessa and whispers what is written on the slip. As soon as the timer begins to tick, Vanessa starts drawing on the white board while Xander tries to guess it. “That’s…a parrot?” Xander stares at the contorted drawing of something that looks like a frog in my perspective. “It looks more like a kangaroo to me.” My head turns to Romeo. My jaw is agape while I stare at him. “Is…is that smoke?” Xander begins to wonder, raising his brow curiously at the random waves that Vanessa is drawing.

Sharp and sweet at the same time. "We made more," Carl said, producing additional papers from his pockets. "For Uncle Lucas and Uncle Ken and the other important people." They distributed their creations around the room. Battle-hardened warriors accepting crayon drawings from five-year-olds with expressions that ranged from bemused to genuinely moved. Lucas received his last. A wolf with gray fur and kind eyes, surrounded by what looked like trees. Or maybe broccoli. Hard to tell with Carl's artistic style. "This one's for you," Karin said. "Because you're helping us fight the bad wolves."

Tiny faces peeked around the door frame, followed by Emma's gentle scolding. “I told you cubs to wait—” She stopped when she saw me awake. “Oh! We can come back…” “No, please.” I smiled at the curious little faces. “Come in.” The cubs needed no further invitation. They bounded in, clutching papers in their small hands, practically vibrating with excitement. “We made you pictures!” The youngest, Amelia, thrust her drawing at me. “See? It's you fighting bad guys!” I studied the crayon masterpiece. A stick figure with multicolored lines coming out of it stood victorious over some very angry-looking squiggles. The details were adorable — she'd even included Kane and Zane as slightly taller stick

"Of course, sweetheart. Lead the way." Zoey led Felix to her room, where colorful drawings adorned the walls. She eagerly picked up her sketchbook and began flipping through pages, explaining each drawing with animated enthusiasm. Zoey led Felix to her room, where colorful drawings adorned the walls. She eagerly picked up her sketchbook and began flipping through pages, explaining each drawing with animated enthusiasm. "And this one is us having a picnic, and that's you, Mommy, and me. Oh, and here's our dog, Sparky, that I wish we had!" Zoey pointed at the drawings, her imagination flowing freely.