Goofy Ahh Drawings Novels & Stories

He happily skipped to where I was, and it was then that I noticed a rolled piece of paper in his hands. "What is that, bub?" I asked, caressing the paper gently. He shyly bit his lip and opened it. My eyes widened when I saw a cute drawing of what looked like a...family? Sarah nosily craned her neck to see it, too. "Oof," Sarah muttered. "You clearly didn't take after your mom with that artwork." I clicked my tongue and glared at her as Andy hid the drawing behind him. Sarah cleared her throat. "I'm joking, Andy!" she exclaimed. "It's great! It's the best drawing I've seen in my entire life."

I did really become free. I smiled as I continued to check my drawings in the old sketchbook. I draw many things but the tone was dark and gloomy. The rabbit I drew was lost in a dark and sparse forest. A bear cub was crying alone in a cave. The flower was wilting and dying. The rocking chair was broken and could no longer be used. They were all expressions of my feelings. It was truly gloomy. When there were only a few pages left, the tone of my drawings changed.

It was completely original. Their artwork was amazing and they finished masterpiece after masterpiece without any effort. Sharon’s drawings were at times so realistic, they could have been photographs and at other times, they looked like moving animations, changing expression depending on which angle you looked at them. Jenny even drew an amazing picture of the whole library, it looked like she had included every book, all in such fine detail. I spent hours staring at it, trying to find something wrong with it, but it was perfect. Mr. Haddidi was very impressed with them too. He was constantly complementing their work and looking way too pleased every day in class. He’d come into class and p

Hopefully, we will have more to come. I pull out to show Nicoli’s drawing in the spirit of optimism. “He drew us swimming under the sea with the bear.” I beam a smile. I think it is very imaginative for him. “Quite the artist, isn’t he?” Maddie chuckles, sounding still winded. But she moves to ruffle my hair. It makes me giggle, and I lean into her hand. It’s so warm on my cold head. “Maddie-“I go a little louder, but Maddie quickly hushes me.

"Really good! I made a drawing today of you and me and Mama. Oh, and Grandpa too! Even though I don't know what he looks like yet, but I just imagined." I glanced at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Really? Can we see it?" "Of course you can! I worked super hard on it.” "I just hope you made me look so handsome in that picture, or else I'm gonna have to eat you up along with your drawing.” "Of course I did. I even made you really, really tall... like a giant tree!" Hailey giggled. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Like… a tree?" "Yeah! See?" She held up her drawing to the camera, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Alex was indeed drawn like a stick figure tree.

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Pixie : ) I rolled my eyes in annoyance, shooting him one of my deadly glares, he burst out laughing at my reaction, I turned looking again to the drawing he just send me, I started drawing excitedly, he thinks he's funny, I looked at the middle finger I just draw perfectly, not writing anything, just a simple middle finger. I throw the plane and watched as it started flying towards Anthony but not quiet landing on his desk, I gulped when I noticed it landed on someone else.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

No one to soothe my back when I'm on edge. No one to tolerate all my bullshit, unconditionally. I struggle to my feet and head to the kitchen, looking for something to sober up. The moment I open the fridge, I freeze. Taped to the door is a crinkled drawing. A doodle Leo made when he was five. Three wolves. One big, one medium, one small. The big one is majestic and proud. The medium one is gentle and beautiful. The smallest one is hiding behind them. Underneath, in crooked letters: My Dad, Mom, and Me.

The Ecostanian-style palace decoration looked luxurious and grand. Flora opened the small bag on her back and took out a picture book. “Mommy look, this is the family portrait I draw. This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is Jason, this is Jerry, and this is me.” There were five cartoon-like characters in the drawing. Although the drawing look was crooked and very abstract, each character was grinning from ear to ear. When I saw it, I smiled until my eyes turned red, “Oh! Baby, you are so awesome. You draw it so well.”