Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

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.

I tilted my head and bit my lower lip and look away. His face is full of different colors with different drawings. There's a big black circle around his eyes and if he closes his eyes you could see a another eye on it. I have drawn a hair at circles on his nose and something like a booger on it. I draw a middle finger on his cheeks and a drawl on his mouth. I even made his thick eyebrows thicker! However, he still looks handsome yet funny. My eyes widened when he stood up. "You are done? Then leave!" I gulped so hard and hide the nervousness I'm feeling.

“Who did the artwork?” Junior perked up a little. “I did. This one’s a dragon. See the teeth?” Nevena leaned in slightly, squinting. “A fire breathing dragon. I love it.” He pushed out a real smile, “Can you draw?” he asked. “Stick figures and crooked stars. But I’m a fast learner.”She replied with a shrug. Unhesitatingly, Junior dug in his backpack, pulling out a marker, and handing it to her like a silent invitation.

He tells me helpfully. "Yes but these are my babies. They are going to be angels." I tease him. He scoffs but follows me back to where my papers are sitting. He begins to look at all of the drawings that I have already completed. One shows just a vague outline of the outside. One shows the entire blueprint with minimal detail of the whole castle. The rest have more details but of much smaller areas of the castle.

"Actually, I meant to tell you—" "Daddy, look." Ezra appeared in the doorway holding a drawing that appeared to involve several stick figures and what might have been a dinosaur, though the proportions made it hard to say definitively. "I made this at school." "That's incredible," Kian said, examining it properly. "Is that you?" "That's Noah," Ezra said, pointing at a smaller figure standing very still next to the dinosaur. "He's not scared of it." "I'm not," Noah confirmed, still drawing, not looking up.

That one stung. I brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “What are you drawing?” She hesitated, then flipped the page toward me. It was a sketch of three stick figures. One was tall with black hair, one with long brown hair, and one small in the middle holding both their hands. Ryan. Me. Her. My throat tightened. “That’s beautiful, Molly.” She shrugged. “I was bored.” Claire appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, that look on her face, the one that meant she’d been thinking about something serious.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

She didn’t pull her hand away from his. She watched as Daniel pushed the green dinosaur to the edge of the paper, then picked it up and held it in front of his eyes, tilting his head to look at it. He turned the dinosaur over, with the bottom side facing up, and touched its belly with his finger. Then he put the dinosaur back on the paper. With his other hand, he picked up a crayon and drew something around the dinosaur—it was hard to tell from the rooftop’s perspective. It might have been a fence, or a castle, or maybe just a random scribble by a four-year-old child.

Lucas sat at the table drawing. "Look!" He proudly held up another picture of Weather Dragon. "This time he breathes lightning." Damien studied the drawing seriously. "That makes him much more powerful." "I know." "Can he make tornadoes too?" Lucas's eyes widened. "I didn't think of that!" He immediately started another drawing. Mara watched them quietly, smiling to herself. --- Dinner was simple. Pasta. Garlic bread. Far too much conversation. Lucas talked through almost the entire meal.