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Zach asked out of the blue, glancing at his side. I pouted, grabbing the paint brush. "No, I am still thinking. It's not relaxing, Zach, it's pressuring me.” He laughed softly. "Why don't you draw a butterfly? Try that way." "You know I am terrible at this, but I try," I said. A butterfly, hmmm... I formed the butterfly I wanted and imagined myself as if I were just creating a design for my clothes. When I was satisfied with my sketch using the black paint, I let it dry.

It seems content with its silence, leaving me confused. Maybe I should touch it some more. It didn't seem to like it when I did that. I proceed to stroke its belly again. Flutter flinches and jumps off my lap. I pause and take a moment to observe Flutter's reaction. It appears hesitant and cautious. "Oh, sorry, you didn't like that? Then you should say something again." I grin and pick it up again. "Maybe I will give you a kiss," I say and move it closer to my lips.

I began to draw in the dirt, right next to her circles, tracing the outline of a simple flower with round petals. Several minutes passed in complete silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the other children and the rustling of the willow leaves in the wind. Suddenly, Sorine’s branch stopped moving. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her little head turn, millimeter by millimeter, toward my drawing. Her eyes, a deep, dark brown, were fixed on my rough flier. With a timid movement, Sorine extended her branch and drew a small leaf on the stem of my flower. Then she withdrew again, glancing sideways at me to see my reaction.

Then she turned off the lamp, and Lila rolled over, hugging her koala tight. Before she fell asleep, she thought about the picture she’d drawn. The big pink tree. The people underneath. And how, in the corner of the page, she had drawn a tiny hummingbird. It wasn’t perfect. The wings were uneven and the eyes were too big. But it was flying. Just like her. A storm rolled in that night—sudden and sharp. The wind howled against the windows, rattling the glass like ghosts trying to get in. Thunder cracked across the sky like a warning. The lights flickered once, then steadied.

Thanks to him because this is too much for my taste. I smile and get one big thick pad and I pin it horizontally on the easel. I also pick one HB pencil and paintbrush before I sit in front of it. While thinking about drawing, I pulled back my wavy hair with a pencil, I let the strands of my hair fall on both sides of my cheeks. I don't have any idea what to sketch, but my hand has its own mind to draw a dark perpendicular line in the center of the pad. Next, my hand drew a female shape whose face is divided right in the middle of the vertical line.

because I read them when I was a freshman and now I'm listening to the audio version. I double the playback speed to finish the books in half the time. I'm currently on the third one, Eclipse. Since I've seen the movies before, I don't need to pay full attention. I begin sketching various things. First, a multicolored flower with an abundance of hues. Then, I use random circles to create something abstract. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but I know it's something. After this "warm-up," I flip to a new page and draw a depiction of myself walking down the aisle.

she said, eyes wide, pleading in the exact same way her mother used to when she wanted to win an argument. He sighed in mock defeat and set the laptop aside. “Alright, show me how.” She climbed up beside him on the couch, her little knees bumping his side. “See, you make two ears—long ones—and then a circle. Like this.” Adrian followed her instructions clumsily, earning a giggle that sounded like pure sunlight. “That doesn’t look like a bunny,” she teased. “It’s a modern interpretation,” he said dryly, and she burst into laughter again.

I waited as I watched her draw a sigil in the air, forming a small ball of fire. My jaw dropped as I watched. “That’s awesome!”, I exclaimed. She chuckled. “Alright. Now. Hold your hand out. Palm down, fingers together.”, she instructed. I did as she asked and waited. “Next, draw a letter S with your hand. As you finish it, loop the bottom around to make a circle around it. Like this.”, she said as she showed me the motion to make. I did as she instructed and got a small spark, but nothing else.

The way some of the quieter kids flinched when certain footsteps approached. I knew the signs. I’d lived them. My tail lashed once, sharp enough to make the nearest pup squeak and hide behind a stuffed wolf. “Miss Nyx?” The little bandaged girl was back, holding up her drawing from earlier. “For you. Because you have a tail like a dragon.” It was me—crude purple horns, red eyes, black wings I definitely didn’t have, and a long violet tail curled protectively around a circle of smaller wolves.