Gojo Satoru Drawing Pencil Novels & Stories

Julian sat beside me, looking out as the city blurred past the glass once we began to move. For a while, we did not speak. The rhythm of the train was steady, almost like breathing. I reached into my bag and pulled out my sketchbook. The pencil felt comfortable in my hand, even though it had been days since I last used it. I began with the simplest shapes from the patterns in my mind — arcs, lines, small clusters of curves that hinted at the Kyoto dye work without copying it exactly. Julian glanced over. “You are already changing it.” I smiled without looking up. “I am letting it become what it wants to be.”

“What?” “Just... stay exactly like that.” I grab my sketchbook from the coffee table and a pencil from the end table drawer. “The light is perfect.” Understanding dawns in his eyes, and he settles back into position, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “You want to draw me? Again?” I nod, and for several minutes, there’s only the soft scratch of pencil on paper. I work quickly, wanting to capture this moment before it slips away, although it’s not easy to focus when he looks so damn good, both in person and on paper.

Leo held his crayons and started carefully. He drew himself. Then Naomi. Then Martha. His teacher smiled. "Beautiful, Leo." Leo smiled proudly. Then the teacher asked kindly, "And your father?" Leo stopped. The room became quiet in his mind. Not around him. Only inside him. He looked at the empty space on the paper. The teacher immediately smiled warmly. "You don't have to draw everyone, sweetheart." Leo nodded. But instead of leaving it empty, he picked up his blue crayon. He drew a man.

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

Maybe he was going to succeed after all. He stuck his hand inside my boxers, his warm hand and strong fingers getting my shaft out of its constraints. He looked me in the eyes as he did so, licking his lips. Before beginning, he got up on his feet and leaned over me, his hands resting on my knees. He then pulled out a small pencil from his back pocket. A light purple pencil, to be exact. "What color is this?" He asked, waving the pencil in front of my eyes. I couldn't believe he was fucking doing this.

Father is still the CEO of the company but I have some important works that I have to attend to as well. Adele's POV I walked into the room already filled with drawing materials and my lips raised at the sides. It looks too good to be true. I quickly ventured into the took before taking my seat on the chair there. I opened up the box containing the different types of pencils and picked up the 2B. About an hour passed and I was there again. Trying to figure out how to draw his face. I remember Daniel's face all the time in my head, why can't I draw it down? Why is it so hard to?

Holding onto his sketch book and looking out of the window he danced his pencil carefully on the clear paper slowly making a sketch of a young girl sitting on the tree with her back facing him. When the sketch was finsihed he looked at it, his lips curved into a smile as he kept the sketch pad aside.

) 38 I close my sketchbook and get up out of my bed and put the sketchbook on my desk. I'm trying to decide if I should color it or not. I don't usually add color to my drawings, but if the drawing I made is that good, I just might. I open one of the drawers to my desk and take out my colored pencils. My colored pencils are in a black, zipped up case, along with my pencil sharpener and erasers. I need a ton of little erasers because I write and draw a lot. 4

ALICE I flipped through the pages. The pencil in my hand snapped as my grip on it tighten. I did not bother getting myself another one. I can still draw using what's left of this five inch pencil. This flimsy little thing... is already enough. Just like his lingering image in my brain...is enough to draw his sketch.

Saad niya habang hawak naman ngayon ang isa sa mga graphite drawing pencils na bigay niya. Nainis ako sa sinabi niya kaya magkasalubong ang kilay na binawi ko sa kanya ang drawing pencil na hawak niya. "Pumunta ka na nga lang duon sa harapan. Huwag kang malikot ah. Kundi hindi kita I-papaint." Pagbabanta ko pa sa kanya. He happily went in front of me and stood there smiling. "Is it okay here? What will I do?" .