Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

“Glitter only for the back pages. So it doesn’t disturb the serious work.” I watch the watercolor in her hand, tiny splatters already landing on the carpet. My serious work quietly cries in a corner, but honestly, today I don’t care. “Mommy, look.” She draws a small circle in the corner of the page, then adds two dots and a smile. “This is my gang. Table center. Happy.” There are four tiny heads there. One with long hair in a ponytail, green eyes. Above it: ME. I smile faintly. “You look very proud.”

******** When Gabriel and his sister walked into their class that morning, he felt that something bad was going to happen and then he looked at the faces of his classmates who were trying really hard to keep from laughing but were failing miserably to hold it in and he just knew. He walked over to his desk with Gabi and looked down and his eyes widened when he saw the hideous drawing taped to his desk. The woman in the drawing was definitely his mother, she was naked on her knees giving a blow job to a faceless man in front of her while another was at her back – Gabe felt his food surge back up to his throat but Gabi beat him to it as she threw up on the floor. “I tried to get it off when I

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

She was using colored pencils. Gaya sat on a different table. She was discussing whatnot with Elijah and Elias. I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, seeing how none of them looked angry over my lack of hospitality. I approached her carefully and sat opposite her. The drawing was alive now. Detroit West – her father. It was no longer just a shadowy outline. The sketch now bloomed with deep reds and burnt oranges, warm brown undertones smudged beneath his cheekbones, and his eyes…those unmistakable, calculating eyes, seemed to stare right back from the paper.

Xander begins to wonder, raising his brow curiously at the random waves that Vanessa is drawing. “I feel like it’s a flock of birds.” Romeo notes. “Nah. That’s not birds.” I say with a shake of my head. “That’s obviously a fart. BABE, you suck at this.” We are standing near Xander, and I can see that he is fighting the urge not to turn back and glare at us. There’s no doubt that he can hear Romeo and I making a guess of the drawing along with him. When Vanessa started drawing a big dot at the end of the smoke, I couldn’t help but yell. “Ha! You see!?” I point at the drawing while looking smugly at Romeo. “It’s a butthole, so it's obviously a fart!”

Celeste The house was quiet that evening — the kind of calm that came only after Amara had gone to bed and the world outside had grown still. I moved around the living room in soft slippers, collecting the last of Amara’s crayons from the coffee table, her tiny drawings scattered like forgotten treasures. One of them caught my eye — a stick-figure family holding hands under a blue sky. She’d drawn me, herself, and Sebastian. A small, tired smile tugged at my lips.

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.

It relaxed her. The air in the room was calm. Only the sounds of Rena’s occasional giggles filled the room. “Dada, see what I dew!” Rena squealed suddenly, her tiny voice full of excitement. Hunter turned his head slowly toward her drawing book. He squinted playfully, pretending to examine it like a serious art critic. “Oh… it’s a lizard?” he asked in a teasing tone, trying to guess what the strange round-shaped drawing looked like. Rena gasped loudly. “No! It’s a dinasure!” she said, pronouncing it exactly the way a three-year-old would.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Vixen. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Vixen says, kissing her cheek.