Joker Pencil Drawing Easy Novels & Stories

I’d hardly taken any notes today, in fact, but as I’d been thinking, I’d been drawing mindlessly, too. Scrawled on my page in smudged black biro was my own face. I’d barely registered drawing it. It was cartoony, with lips that were even bigger than my real ones, and doe eyes that were looking up at nothing. My lashes were long, casting spider-leg shadows down my cheeks. One side of my face was dark, and the other was shining in the light. I scribbled over it, forcing my pen so firmly into the paper that it began to tear. My vision became blurred as I dragged the pen through the notepad, and then I jumped when a hand was laid on my arm.

She began to draw on the blank paper. When Gu Lichen finished reading the comic in his hands, he looked up to find Zhong Keke drawing. She was drawing... him! It was not a comic version of him but more of a realistic sketch portrait. "Don't move. Just a while more!" Zhong Keke suddenly said as her hand movements seemed to go faster. Gu Lichen's eyes glimmered slightly, but he did not move as she wished and continued maintaining the posture earlier. However, his eyes were looking at Zhong Keke sitting opposite him.

Jonathan moaned softly, his hips lifting slightly as the cool ink touched his warm skin. “It feels good,” he whispered. I smiled under the mask and kept going. I drew a small possessive symbol right next to his cock, then moved higher and wrote “Mine” across his left chest, near his heart. I made sure the brush strokes were slow and teasing. I leaned down and licked his nipple while I painted, sucking on it until he was squirming. “Stay still,” I warned, but my voice was rough with lust. I moved between his legs again and lifted them up. I spread his ass cheeks and started drawing another small mark right above his hole. It was a simple “W” that only I would see when I fucked him.

Were they just broken and hurting on the inside? Seeing the glee in the tormenter's eyes--she guessed it was more than that. They genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Jacob dropped the folder he'd been clutching onto for dear life and watched in horror as pieces of paper flew in every direction. On closer inspection, Jenna saw the pieces of paper were drawings. And they were amazing. It appeared to be a hand-drawn comic, inked in black and white, completed with speech bubbles and onomatopoeia. The characters looked like anime drawings, with cute faces and big eyes. They were gorgeous.

Two dots of chocolate and a smiling line that looked like a happy face then he put some supposed-to-be fangs in the corners of the smile seeing a fool-like vampire face. He coughed awkwardly when he saw his final drawing. It was too funny! He’s really bad at drawing faces! Shit! Jiwoon laughed at his art which made him glare at him fiercely that made him stopped and made a sorry look in his face. After a while, he took a cookie too trying his best to draw a vampire face. Yenn annoyingly sighed and let him do his, since he knew he’s goddamn great at it, he refused to look at his own cookie face which is goddamn hilarious right now. He watched Jiwoon draw and saw that he’s almost done and it w

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

I hate lying to her, I just felt like screaming. **** I was thinking of something else to focus on because this pain was too much. Then my eyes landed on a scrap of paper and a pencil I found in one of the drawers. I took it and sat at the small desk and began sketching. At first, the lines were aimless, because my mind did not focus. But slowly, the shapes began to make sense. I was drawing an outline of my mum’s face, starting with the crinkles around her eyes when she did her signature smile. My pencil moved faster, I started flowing with the rhythm, and memories started pouring out onto the paper.

Jonah’s still at the table, drawing now instead of eating, his pencil moving in quick strokes across the page. I sit there with him for a few more minutes, neither of us saying anything, just existing in the same space while Mara’s music pounds through the walls from her room. Then he turns it around so I can see. I go still. It’s a drawing of a car. Not just any car. Two cars, actually, twisted together in the middle of the page like they’ve collided, metal crumpled and glass scattered everywhere. The lines are dark and heavy, pressed so hard into the paper in some places that it’s torn through.

Simple and complex at the same time. Back in my room, I sat at my desk. The black-covered notebook was already open, a pencil beside it. I looked at the blank page for a few seconds and, without thinking too much, began to draw. The lines appeared almost by themselves. First, a feminine gaze, with long eyelashes. Then, the outline of a smiling mouth. My fingers kept moving, adding subtle details — a scarf over her shoulders, a book in her hands. It wasn't Giulia. Not exactly. But somehow, it seemed to have something of her in it.

Leo held his crayons and started carefully. He drew himself. Then Naomi. Then Martha. His teacher smiled. "Beautiful, Leo." Leo smiled proudly. Then the teacher asked kindly, "And your father?" Leo stopped. The room became quiet in his mind. Not around him. Only inside him. He looked at the empty space on the paper. The teacher immediately smiled warmly. "You don't have to draw everyone, sweetheart." Leo nodded. But instead of leaving it empty, he picked up his blue crayon. He drew a man.