Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

As I bent down to pick it up, I realised it had fallen open to a specific page. The illustration staring back at me held me in place like a beast with its claws in my chest. It was a drawing of a monster with long, dried-up black hair, claw-like nails, and prominent fangs. Below the drawing was a single red drop of blood, as if it were dripping from the fangs. I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher the ancient, jagged writing that surrounded the drawing:

Amelia stood by the stove, flipping golden pancakes while humming a quiet melody, listening to the soft rustle of Zane’s crayons against paper at the kitchen table. "Look, Mommy," Zane said, holding up a sheet of paper with both hands, his tongue sticking out in concentration. "I drew Steve the Volcano at the cabin!" Amelia set her spatula down and leaned over to look. The drawing was wild red and orange scribbles erupting from a lopsided triangle, with four stick figures at the bottom. One of them had a tiny gray hat. Nathan.

I corrected him despite my knees shaking. “Oh, I know who you are, don’t worry. You are Miguel Dela Rosa’s first bastard, aren’t you? Basti for short. And how could I forget about Basti number two and number three inside the car?” Blade waved at them. “By the way, I saw your latest artwork. It was good but it would have been better if you didn’t do it in the public bathroom. There’s the congress and senate, Basti.

Wendy said. Adrian let out a low gasp beneath his shuddering breath and somehow he drew the pencil and the book to himself again. He was having the visions again. This time, his drawings were clearer and it looked like a continuation of the previous but they could not see the connection. The last thing he drew, was Gabriel in a room, lying flat like he was sick or dead but Wendy and West took it that he was sick. This picture he was drawing, was a giant animal that had the face of a fierce cat bowing before a woman who stood beside a bed with a lady lying on it.

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.

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.

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.

Then he started drawing. I frowned I'm confusion, wondering what the hell he was doing. First, he sketched a stick figure in the corner of the board, labeling it "Me." Then, he drew what vaguely resembled a rollercoaster track that spiraled widely, Circling the equation multiple times. He added arrows, random squiggles, and even a doodle of a cat before writing the answer at the bottom of the board. 4 The class erupted into laughter. Mrs Turner s face darkened, i feared she'd probably kill him. "What on earth is this, Jace? Explain yourself!"