Hearts Drawings Novels & Stories

Noah nods and approaches the guy. We take seats on a large sofa that the boy keeps here while he turns on the air conditioning and a little music while he starts to draw. The boy is quite professional in his work without paying too much attention to the conversation we are making. Finally, he approaches us with his sketchbook, revealing the wolf design in a linear format. "We'll add shadows and details like the ones they have here, but this is the basic design." Turning the page, he shows the enhanced version. Noah praises, "Damn, man, you've nailed it! It's so impressive, it's making me want to touch up my tattoo!" The boy chuckles at Noah's remark.

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

Inside it were images of Ashenford, but what was this supposed to be? There was a confused murmur amongst the crowd. I smiled and said, "I know this might look a little strange to some of you. Some might think it's a hot air balloon with pictures of Ashenford's scenery, circling the city every day and lowering different flags at various locations. Others might think it's a unique building that belongs on top of a tall building, a mountain, or even a tower. "Or, some of you might think this is a massive ship, placed in the river, floating down the stream alongside beautiful blooming flowers, with music and dancing—kind of like something out of a mythical lake from another city."

Much love. There were three small hearts with wings at the corner of the paper, she had drawn it. I caught myself smiling at the small drawings. “What are you smiling at?." Dariel asked me, his suspicious tone weighed down on me through his words.

He then placed the cards on the table in front of them. “Pick one, Mrs. Maxwell.” Fia looked at the cards. The pictures on the cards were quite abstract. They looked like humanoids, monsters. But they were all bound by some kind of object. “What are these?” She didn’t dare pick one immediately. Marcus explained, “I designed these based on my own experience. It helps a little with the analysis of one’s heart.” Fia was quite curious. She didn’t believe that a card could reveal what was inside her heart.

Maya’s POV The drawing trembled in my hands as I stared down at it, my heart squeezing so tight it was beginning to hurt. Four small figures stood under a bright yellow sun, all of them holding hands and although it didn't look like us, I was so sure of what they illustrated.

Hearts. When I looked at both of them with wide eyes, they knew I figured it out. But how to... I made a heart with my hands, then a diamond.. The other two were impossible to do with my hands. I put four fingers up and pretended to hand out cards. The brains of Rana and Megera were working hard. They stared at my hands and my face like their skulls were actually cracking. "A deck of cards!" Megera suddenly answered, way too loud. I jumped up and nodded eagerly.

Skye Emerson sits at a wooden table in the Stonebridge High library, her sketchpad open to a half-finished design for the Valentine’s Day fundraiser. One she’s drawing as a sample for those who would be partaking in the drawing competition. She’s focused as her pencil scratches across the page, outlining a real looking living heart entwined with vines, but suddenly, her focus drifts away as it keeps slipping, her head occupied with some thoughts.

He scanned the space until he found the panels with my work and went directly to them without looking for me first. I watched him stand in front of the heart illustration. It was the one from week twenty-two, a cross-section of the fetal cardiac structure with the maternal circulatory system visible at the edges, the two systems shown in relation to each other, separate and dependent at once. I had worked on it for four days. It was the piece I was most uncertain about and the one I was most proud of and I had not shown it to anyone except Marco before tonight. Tristan stood in front of it for a long time.

he smiled and handed the book to me. "You can check them". I took the book from him and started going through his drawings. They were neat and properly drew. "This is good". I did not know when that left my mouth. "Thank you ". he smiled softly. I kept on watching the drawing until I got to a drawing that looks familiar, strange, and beautiful. The drawing was a tree house and a boy and a girl were standing in front of the house .then there was a heart sign with the writing "where we first met". I felt cold run through my body and l started having severe headache. I touched my head and murmured in pain.