Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

"It's missing both ears." I watch as he picks up the stick this time and makes on the sand, two medium sized 'c's on both sides of the drawing. We both tilt our heads to the left at the same time and stare at the drawing on the sand. One of the eyes are way bigger than the other and the nose seems to be falling out of proportion, the shape of the head looks like that of an amoeba while the ears he just drew isn't fully connected to the face. "I think it's phenomenal," He says.

Soon, Blake's image began to emerge: his strong jawline with its light beard, the wisps of hair that fell over his brow, his eyes raptly focused on the book in front of him. "There." Her voice was satisfied. She'd been drawing for half an hour. Blake's expression was interested. "Let's see." Shasta moved his book and sat on his lap, allowing him to peer over her shoulder at the drawing. Reaching around her, he held the sketchpad, tilting it so that he could see it clearly. He'd forgotten the drawing he'd seen the day after the storm when he'd packed up her things. This one was as good, if not better. She'd captured his physical appearance, but there was something about the way she dre

Larissa crossed her arms as she asked Gary, "Then can you tell me what the hell he just drew?" This definitely made Gary feel lost. He tipped his head to the side as he brought the papers closer and further away from him. He was staring holes into the papers, and yet he still could not tell what was drawn on them. Finally, he tried to guess. "Is that … a very tall chicken?" "Noooo! That's not it!" Aster snatched away his "masterpiece" from Gary with annoyance. "This is Ke—van—Ro—gers! It's my daddy!"

Bhuvi asked after placing his cup on the table. Lana looked at each of Gama's hand-drawn creations, seemed to ponder for a moment, and said, "From these drawings, Aunt sees that Gama indeed has trauma with his father. It's evident from this illustration," she said, pointing to one of Gama's works. "Here, it seems like Gama doesn't draw a big man scolding a small child. Even though the drawing is not perfect, we can judge from the posture of the man Gama drew."

Ray left and Aster took Asher to paint. At least they could play with colors. "Come, let's see what the gift is." Asher followed Aster and then they read the instructions. "It says you can paint on each paper and then tear it away to frame it. So let's paint on one. What do you want to draw?" "I want, I want, I want, I don't know." Aster understood. "Let's just draw something." They painted together. The mix of colors looked like the sky while the background was something where colors vomited.

Hunter had utilized three A3 papers to complete the drawing. Grayson laid the drawing on the table and studied it carefully. After a while, Hunter asked, "Mr. Grayson, are you asking me to draw these for Ms. Belle?" Grayson had given Hunter a vague answer the last time he asked the same question. However, this time, he gave a definite answer, nodding his head. "That's right." "That's what I've suspected. Anyway, the only things I can associate with Ms. Belle within this tomb are these two murals, as the woman depicted on them bears a striking resemblance to her," said Hunter.

I think you want to know how you got here. Oh, so I'm no longer a suspect? I think wryly. Giving you food and tending to your wounds has somehow convinced you that I'm not a threat? I get up and go to the hiding place door. I fill my hands with sand and bring it back to him. I spread it on the floor in front of him so I can draw on it. I draw sea waves, a moon and a square floating in the water. I draw a little stick figure on it and point to the foreigner.

I light my cigarette and take a drag and then exhale before covering my palette with the colors I intend to use. That scene from last week plays through my mind as I quickly sketch a more steamy and sexy version. I picture Gabe in a harness and leather pants. He’d make such a hot Leather Daddy if he wanted to. God! If he’d just loosen up we could have so much fucking fun!

“I made a family house.” The paper was covered in crayon scribbles. There was a large house with a blue roof, a sun the size of a legal threat, the ocean beside it, one green dinosaur in the yard, and a black car with red tires that looked as if it had just come out of an expensive accident. In front of the house were three figures: me with long hair and high heels, Max with a very large head, and Gabriella, who for some reason had been drawn holding something that looked like a sword. I lowered the window farther. “Why is Gaby carrying a weapon?”

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 said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte