Goth Outfit Drawing Novels & Stories

With a swift yank of the metal door, I was able to get an uninvited entrance inside her locker which was just as dark themed as it was outside. Never understood why certain people make certain things into their whole personality , like Charli for instance. She'd taken her goth obsession into a whole new level of absurdity .If there was a scale for all things weird , Charli would most definitely break that scale by alot. More skeletons adorned the inside of her locker, bats too and coffins .Text books covered in black canvas and black ink, a black leather coat hanged on one of the hooks situated inside her locker, a black painted water bottle , black spray paint cans , a poster of Pennywise,

Taking a quick sniff, Mike found that he did, in fact, have virtually no scent at all. "Well, in that case, let's go to work... Um, you're not wearing that are you?" "What? Am I out of style." Mike asked, looking down and indicating to his black jeans, black t-shirt and black button-up shirt hanging open over his lean torso. "I guess not. But with the pale skin and black shades, you look like some sort of a Goth." "Maybe this is how it all get started eh?" Mike asked with a chuckle. "Probably. Oh well. Let's go." Grabbing her jacket and a small gym bag.

“I'll figure it out, one way or the other.” I got dressed, and settled at my work desk. I took out the new sketchbook I got, and set it down. Time to let the ideas flow. I know Julia said the designs I gave her were okay, but I wanted more. More is never too much when it comes to fashion. So, I plugged in my headphones, and put on some drawing music. More like just a montage of songs that had me grooving in my seat. Time went by quickly, and before I knew it, it was 12am.

There was a black necktie laid out beside my blazer jacket too both of them with the Princeton emblem. A small smile lifted the corner of my lip as I looked at the black skirt and an idea popped into my head. A little modification can’t hurt, right? I wondered to myself as I opened a drawer and took out a pair of scissors and a pack of safety pins. Half an hour later, I held up my skirt and admired my skills. I had cut up the skirt on one side almost up to the waistband and then joined the cut halves with my pins for the classic goth look. I will top that up with my black fishnets instead of Princeton’s Mary Poppins socks.

He went to the top drawer where he grabbed a silver knife that his Goth ex-girlfriend gave him as a birthday present one year and placed it into his boot for the time being. Plan set, he went to his doorway and tossed the bloody ball gag across the upstairs landing as if it were a grenade. It bounced a few times as it disappeared down the dark hallway. He grabbed the nightstick and crouched next to the open door of his bedroom, grabbing a pillowcase to press to his neck in hopes of masking the scent.

I’m grateful dance has given my thighs strong muscles and my body endurance. The bar is full of goths as usual, of varying degrees of flamboyance. Most of the kids are dressed casually with Gothic touches—black lipstick here, a spiked dog collar there, black clothing everywhere. Many of the girls are wearing corset tops, real ones with stays. All of it is expensive-looking and elegant. Black nail polish is nearly universal. I’ve never seen a town with such a high goth subculture population.

I reminded him. “Geeze. Sorry.” He shrugged and went back to his own work, but his comment made me second guess my own. I looked at it carefully. He was right. It could’ve been any girl with long hair in a cape. I looked at his drawing and wasn’t surprised at all to see that he’d drawn himself shirtless, standing with his arms up, his arms bulging with muscle, his face lifted to the sky in a menacing howl. Even though he was a human in the drawing, his inner wolf was clear. So was the darkness that had overtaken him.

Knowing I had a couple of minute ,I ducked into the ladies room and gave myself a brief once over in the mirror. It was Halloween, and I had fully dressed the part; going with the all out goth appearance I usually reserved for the clubs and my art exhibits. I had straightened my normally curly jet black hair, so that it now hung down to my waist, and besides my deep red lipstick the only make up I was wearing was heavy black eye shadow and eye liner which served to further accentuate my Ivory -or as I liked to think of it at this time of year- ghostly complexion. The dark eye makeup also called attention to one of if not my best feature; my all but transparent crystal blue eyes.

“Hey.” I lifted my face and turned to the source in wonder. In front of me, a female goth—hair pitch black with a section of hair dyed in neon green, a spiky choker around her thin neck, black long coat with chains and transparent section to display her black tank top and jeans, and also, a pair of platform boots—was standing in front of me as she broke into a smile on her black tinted lips. “Can I, be your partner?” Her friendly question is accompanied with a smirk, which probably was her behavior of some sort.