Inktober Drawing Novels & Stories

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

Nola finished as she pointed at the two tiny babies sitting between Katherine's legs in her drawing. "Very good," Dr. Coleman praised. "It's lovely sweetie, you are excellent at drawing," Katherine said. "Okay, so here's our next drawing," Dr. Coleman held up Kat's drawing, which depicted all of them at the beach. She explained what was taking place in the picture and how happy everyone was. Aiden was next. His picture showed him as a protector of his family. He drew them sitting on the couch at home watching cartoons, with his hands embracing them all.

When he searched my face for a few more seconds, he returned to the paper before him and as he scribbled on it, he started drawing small boxes on the paper. I wanted to dismiss him and tell Fred that I would take the first watch but there was something about what Owen was doing that got my attention. The way he stacked the boxes on top of one another and then placed them in such a way that there were paths in between... It was creating a very familiar image in my head but I couldn't put a finger on it. "Owen, what are you drawing?" I asked him. He raised his hand, signaling to me to hold on. Then he continued with the boxes. When he was done, he marked one of the boxes at the far end of the

It was just the two of them in a doorway, looking at what they were looking at, being exactly where they were. The drawing was in the centre of the desk. Katřina had made it at the kitchen table on a Saturday and had brought it to Grace with the focused pride of someone presenting completed work for assessment. The assessment had been: I’m putting this on my desk. Katřina had received this as appropriate. The drawing was in wax crayon, large confident strokes in the colours Katřina had selected, and at the bottom in letters that were entirely her own interpretation of the alphabet was written, in Grace’s transcription in pencil below: MAMA’S WORK. What the drawing depicted was not entirely c

Oliver suspects that I still think about them, it just happens randomly and occasionally, not as often as it used to. I stopped and sat down in my office, there's a white piece of paper in front of me with various brushes, pencils and paint. I opened the drawer and took out a black album, inside are the photos I took in the Ivory Woods pack. It's time to start creating something that's been on my mind. I sent Oliver a message telling him that I'm in the studio and I'll be there for a while as I was feeling the need to draw. I turned off the internet and put on my offline playlist.

The smaller person also has dark-colored hair and a green body. There’s a red line between the two people. Jenny’s fingers touched the edge of the stone steps. Her nails scraped against the stone, producing a “scritch” sound. She turned her gaze away from the drawing paper and looked at Olivia’s face. Olivia is using pink crayons to draw something in the lower right corner of the paper. Her wrist is very agile; the crayon draws an arc across the paper, then pauses. She changes the direction and draws another arc. The two arcs intersect, forming the outline of a butterfly.

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

Chapter 241 THEO The drawing happened by accident. It was after school, in the hour before dinner when I usually did homework or read or sorted the dinosaur collection according to whichever system I was using that week. I had my pencil in my hand because I had been going to finish the ankylosaurus from two nights ago, the one I had been working on when the dream came. I looked at the page. The ankylosaurus was half-finished, the body roughly right, the tail club still needing work. I had a reference picture propped against the lamp that I had been using to get the proportions correct.

A minute later Keyla heard cupboard doors opening in the kitchen. Leo, at the table with paper and crayons, was drawing something he'd been working on since breakfast. Three figures in a house — the same round heads and stick bodies he always used, circles for heads, lines for bodies, and a square structure around them with a door. He'd labeled none of them, which was unusual; Usually there would already be letters beside each figure. Something seemed to occur to him. He switched crayons and went back to the drawing. Only then did Keyla look away from the contract. She leaned slightly toward the drawing. "Who's that?"