How To Make An Oc When You Can't Draw Novels & Stories

he called out softly, his voice barely audible behind the thick, curly bangs falling into his eyes. “Yeah?” He held up the paper to show me jumbles of colored lines and his lower lip was poked out in a frustrated pout. “Want…want to draw the dinosa..ur… put the tail on the back. I can’t...” ‘Can’t see,’ I finished internally. “Give me a second.” I reached for my bag and rummage through the side pocket until my fingers found the small stash of hair ties I’d started carrying everywhere. I picked out a soft blue one and beckoned him closer. “Alright, we’re about to do something special. A little magic trick.”

After I got home I was excited to draw in one of my sketch books, I've already browsed on my phone to see what good portraits I can draw of Mommy or Daddy or they can be just the two of them in the same portrait. It's just that I've seen all the pictures on my phone, I don't really like any of their pictures that can be drawn. I raised the high curtain on my glass wall of my room so I could see the view outside. Maybe it's better to paint the view first.It's just that I've torn a few pages in my sketch book and I still don't like what I've drawn. Sigh. My sketch book is about to run out of pages, I haven't done a drawing yet. That's why I first lay down on the carpet I was sitting on and the

Bob said with an embarrassed look, “Sorry, Miss Hudson. I could only find the pencil compass and the T-square. No designer in our company designs in such a traditional way now, so we don’t have a drawing square.” Hearing this, Estelle, who was busy drawing, suddenly stopped. “Haha. Why did you stop? You can’t do it?” “Old fogies, show us how you can finish your design without the drawing square.” Without saying anything, she held the pencil upright before her, closed one eye, and looked at the sketch pad carefully. Then she opened her eyes and made a mark on the paper. Soon, she drew a forty-five-degree angle. Bob’s eyes widened in surprise, and he asked, “Miss Hudson, were you measuring the

Ruby's POV I drew for a long time after that. I was not thinking about what I was making. I was just letting my hand move and seeing what came out. That was always how the best stuff happened for me. I was maybe thirty minutes in when I looked down at the page and stopped.

"Who is messing with the 'Visual Effects'?" "It's not an effect," I said, looking up at him. I began to draw in the sand. I didn't draw a sword or a shield. I drew a **Door**. It was a simple, messy outline of a door, right there in the red dust. But as I finished the circle, the sand inside the lines didn't stay red. It turned into a deep, endless black. **[CRITICAL ERROR: NARRATIVE VULNERABILITY DETECTED]**