Gojo Satoru Drawing Pencil Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, her mother gorged on the food and wrapped up what she could not eat in a paper napkin. Mr. Shekar saw Sita's pencil moving fluidly on the paper. He was quite assured that the drawing in the photograph was hers. It was the same sure hand, the same type of strokes. Mr. Shekar asked her if she would like to draw and paint every day whenever she wanted. Sita's eyes grew large and shone brightly as she nodded her head.

Simple and complex at the same time. Back in my room, I sat at my desk. The black-covered notebook was already open, a pencil beside it. I looked at the blank page for a few seconds and, without thinking too much, began to draw. The lines appeared almost by themselves. First, a feminine gaze, with long eyelashes. Then, the outline of a smiling mouth. My fingers kept moving, adding subtle details — a scarf over her shoulders, a book in her hands. It wasn't Giulia. Not exactly. But somehow, it seemed to have something of her in it.

The Omega lay in bed, his right hand propped his head up as his left hand moved vigorously across the thick sheet of paper, sketching, thumb caressing the charcoal color and shading needed areas. As more time passed, the image became clearer. Long dreads past the shoulders, pulled up around the face, and clamped just behind his head. His sharp eyebrows became a mirror image, and he moved on to his thin and beautiful nose. His beautiful face came to life. His gorgeous dreadlocks, facial hair, and eyes that held so much emotion came to life on paper. Joey felt his eyes burn as those eyes came to life. He felt his chest stutter the more the picture seemed real. He paused, the charcoal falling f

His blue eye twinkled. "I like to draw things I've seen, people I've met," he said casually. I eyed him curiously and asked him for a piece of paper. He tore one out of his book and handed it to me. I sat in the chair across from him and did a hurried cute drawing of him. Using his colored pencils. It was decent and I added the highlights to his maroon hair, signed my name and handed it to him. "A belated birthday gift," I smirked. He looked at it and back up at me.

SELENE'S POV I gulped as I grabbed the pencil from Julian's hand. My hand trembled as I placed it on the sheet of paper I had found lying around. Naturally, I didn't have any drawing supplies so I could only make do with whatever was available. “Before I start," I cleared my throat. “Don't expect anything groundbreaking from me. I probably don't even know how to hold a pencil properly anymore but I am going to try my best so you don't have—”

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

Chapter 241 THEO The drawing happened by accident. It was after school, in the hour before dinner when I usually did homework or read or sorted the dinosaur collection according to whichever system I was using that week. I had my pencil in my hand because I had been going to finish the ankylosaurus from two nights ago, the one I had been working on when the dream came. I looked at the page. The ankylosaurus was half-finished, the body roughly right, the tail club still needing work. I had a reference picture propped against the lamp that I had been using to get the proportions correct.

replied Miho following Jerik into the car which was parked a few blocks from them. Jerik opened the door for her as she went inside as the car drove up the Grande road. Miho stared at the sunset in the horizon. It brightness was what stole Miho’s heart. She went through her bag pack and came out with blank white piece of paper which she had placed in between her textbooks and a sharp lead pencil. She started drawing on it endlessly. It was clear that whatever she was drawing was much deeper than a picture. Her hallow eyes had suddenly grew a spark which was much deeper than that of fire.

It felt awkward; hence I decided to leave the room until Ricardo was done. I recalled telling Ricardo things about Santiago. He still didn't give me any approval. I entered Santiago's room and found him sitting on the carpet drawing “Hello Santiago, can I see,” I said and lowered myself down and comfortably sat on crossed legs? He didn't even look at me or react to my presence. I was used to this. He continued doing his drawing while I picked up his sketchbook “I love this one,” I said while flipping the pages. He was really into drawing things around her. Like flowers in the garden. The Gardner, the beautiful sky and some parts of the house

I escaped the room with lungs aching, every nerve alight with panic and another emotion I dare not think about. By the time I returned to my temporary office, Emilia was waiting with Johnathan, who clutched a drawing in his small hands. My assistant gave me a sympathetic smile. “He insisted on coming to see you. Said he wanted to give you this before he forgot.” Johnathan ran up, thrusting the paper at me. Crayon lines, uneven but proud. A stick-figure me, him, and a tall man holding our hands. “Do you like it?” he asked, eyes shining.