Galaxy Sketches Novels & Stories

They were black eyebrow pencils, and they thought it would still work anyways, so they started working. Damian tore the small notebook paper and arranged them together. At the same time, Niamh drew on them like a smaller puzzle pieces that needed to be put together in the end. The twin’s way of making a clear and big sketch amazed Elle, but the problem was the two of them did not make a humanoid sketch of Elle’s father. They made a giant Black Dragon sketch. “So cool! Dragon!” Elle cheered. “Okay, next, we will make his human appearance,” Niamh said.

one of them whispered. "Something spectacular," replied another. "You've seen her 'Fenrir' painting. Whatever this is, it'll be even more impressive." Natalie arrived armed with a rolling scaffold ladder and stacks of meticulously prepared sketches on large parchments. Without preamble, she began affixing the sketches to the vast white expanse, creating a patchwork guide for the enormous artwork to come. Once the sketches were in place, she began outlining the framework of her intricate design with a fine-tipped charcoal stylus. The process stretched from evening into the early morning hours, her concentration never wavering.

“Okay fine. Just stop tickling me.” I pulled my phone out and went to my gallery before I showed him a few of my sketches from months ago. He scanned through my sketches composed of city views in Atlanta when I was on a business trip there, some portraits of people that were on the same coffee shop as me, some beaches that were in my imagination and in my dreams and a whole lot more of other sketches. “These look real, Merry.” Harry complimented before he looks back at me, “These are really great.” I smile, “Thank you.”

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Yup, this is my sketch. Let me know what you think.” Catherine opened the laptop and handed it over. A mysterious dark blue color spread across Shaun’s eyes. At first glance, he felt as if he was traveling through a space-time tunnel surrounded by dazzling starlight. She began explaining the concept behind the design. “This sketch is titled ‘Cosmic Eye’. Look, don’t you think the countless nebulae here resemble pairs of twinkling eyes? I believe the main focus of our future expedition lies in the universe. Over here is the Fourth Dimensional World, designed using Escher style…”

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

Ozzie has seventeen sketches of the eastern limestone outcrop. He has had them since before I knew the outcrop existed. He shows me when I come to his apartment with Rael after the hillside — spreading the sketchpad pages across his kitchen table with the organised energy of a man who processes everything through the ordering of visual information and has learned, since the formation became real, that what he draws is not always what he thinks he is drawing.

It was like watching someone chase a dream and kill it with every stroke of a pen. How amusing. So this was hers. The little fox had been searching for companies the day I went to the hospital. She was already looking for other options in case things went south. I drummed my fingers against the door. I stared at the paper for a long moment, fingers unfolding it further. “Oh?” I hummed, intrigued. Drawn in jagged black ink beneath the crossed-out list was a sketch. A terrible one with sloppy lines. The proportions were wrong, and the perspective worse.

My curiosity piqued as I stared at it, curious to know more about the sketch she was making on it. Unable to hold back my interest and curiosity about the sketch and that dude, I left my seat and sat on hers as I unzipped her bag, took out the notebook and opened it on the desk. It was filled with a lot of sketches and drawings which amazed me because I had never thought that Lisa was this good at making a well detailed sketch. The sketch continued with a drawing of a blonde girl who stood at the window frame of her room, pinging on her phone and then on the other side, the unknown figure lurked above the rooftop of the mansion.

"My current team is talented. But they are being careful and I need someone to stop being careful." I opened the folder. The sketches were technically clean. Every proportion correct, every line considered. And completely airless. Like someone had taken the idea of a feeling and made it precise until the feeling itself evaporated. I looked at the concept brief. Read it twice. Looked back at the sketches.