Galaxy Sketches Novels & Stories

Declan said, his voice suddenly serious. “What solution could you possibly have?” I asked skeptically. With a mysterious smile, Declan sauntered over to my desk and placed a file on it. “Take a look at this,” he urged. As I opened the file, my eyes fell upon sketches of gowns that were unlike anything I had ever seen before. Each sketch was meticulously detailed, showcasing designs that were innovative and breathtakingly beautiful. The gowns seemed to leap off the pages, promising elegance and sophistication. " “Did you create these sketches?” I queried.

Even though I had been here only a few days ago, I noticed some new changes. There were drawings on the wall beside the hallway mirror, taped up in a crooked line at a height that suggested Daniel had hung them himself. A painted handprint in green. A rocket ship with three exhaust trails. A figure with yellow hair standing beside a smaller figure with dark curls, both of them surrounded by lopsided stars. She had labelled it in Daniel's handwriting. Me and Mum. Our Galaxy. I looked at it for longer than I should have before I set the pastries on the counter and waited.

Something that I saw more than once, and could draw a sketch of without any hardships. Something I see all the time? Not the mountains, as Abe is already doing that. Then...the pool. Maybe I could do that! I do have sketches of the pool as I brought my sketchbook several times. And I have a few pictures. Flipping through my book, I find the sketches I made. I spent hours on them so they're somewhat accurate, if not visually appealing. This will do.

Deciding that this was a message from the universe to just go home, I was about to turn around, but something over the nightstand grabbed my attention, drawing me back inside. I moved forward, my gaze occupied by the sketchbook, it was opened on a random page, exposing one of the many drawings it held. I paused by the nightstand, my hand moving the book, and taking a closer look. I flipped through the pages, studying it some more. The colors were professionally interwoven together bringing small little masterpieces into the thin sheet of paper. Some were random drawings of trees, lakes, the sky...and others were more complex, giving me no clear comprehension of what they meant, a thing proba

“I have no idea what to send.” “Don’t worry. I’ve already narrowed it down to the top three options.” McKenzy pulls up a folder on her phone. “Option one, your abstract of the night sky. Option two, the messy self-portrait you made after that wine binge. Option three, the half-naked one of Rafe.” “Absolutely not the Rafe one,” I say immediately. “He doesn’t need to be immortalized that way.” “You’re no fun.” Before I can fully process the gallery news, my phone buzzes again.

Not wanting to waste any more of Haley's time, she quickly left. Stella had been keeping an eye on Haley's situation. Seeing Haley's sketch ruined brought a smug smile to her lips. It seemed luck was on her side today! She was sure she would win the competition now. Even if Haley was the CEO of JY, Haley would still end up beneath her feet today. Everyone present, from the judges to the audience, shared a similar thought. With only half an hour left, it seemed impossible to create a perfect sketch. Drawing a design involved not just sketching but also coloring, modifying, and adjusting. The process required inspiration. Even the most renowned designers, let alone a young woman in her twentie

Caroline's Point of View Every day, I’m more determined. My fingers smudged with graphite as I trace over the delicate lines of the design. It’s almost there, but not quite perfect. The competition’s theme is “Celestial Beauty,” inspired by the stars, the universe, and everything beyond. I take a deep breath, letting the idea settle into my mind. It’s perfect. I’ve always been fascinated by astrology and the night sky, and I already have an idea for my design. My sketches are rough, but the vision is there: a necklace inspired by zodiac signs, with intricate details that represent the unique energy of each sign.

They're twinklin' like they have a secret to tell; each constellation has' its own story against the backdrop of the cosmos. But here is where it gets wild—each brushstroke on this painting is like its own little galaxy, shimmerin' and glowin' like it's got its own cosmic energy. When you are starin' at "Celestial Symphony," it is like you are bein' pulled into the depths of the universe, lost in this epic symphony of light and color.

Noah's sketches often featured towering skyscrapers and hidden treasures, while Olivia's delicate drawings depicted blooming gardens and intricate patterns. During these moments, I found solace in the unity of our shared dreams—a testament to the resilience that bound us together. As their sketches filled the room with colorful aspirations, I realized that our journey back to the city wasn't just a physical relocation but a metaphysical expedition, navigating the landscapes of our hearts and the uncharted territories of our shared destiny.

I gasped. I flipped from one page to the next and then the next. Most sketches were of me or the places Liv and I have been to. He even sketched the entire stage of the empty bar. I couldn't believe it. I had no idea he had a talent for this kind of things. All of the sketches were beautifully and amazingly done. It were all very detailed even to the tiniest part of the drawing. "Liv..." I say softly as I flipped to another portrait of me lying down on a bed, smiling.