Jungle Drawing Novels & Stories

Hindi ko na din alam kung gaano iyon katagal. I can still remember when Fauve corrected me that his name was Junger but he acknowledged what I use to call him all the time. Jungle has been with me ever since my first day on the ship. He makes me laugh when I am too bored, he suggests the books to read, he call me when it's time to eat, he's there when I needed someone to talk to. He's more like my little brother. I always wished to have a little brother like Jungle but my parents didn't get the chance to have one after me.

It was hard. Josh wanders in, still in his dinosaur pajamas, and climbs into Mike's lap without hesitation. "Mike, want to see my drawing?" "Always, buddy. What did you make?" Josh produces a crumpled piece of paper covered in colorful scribbles. "It's our family. That's Mommy, and that's Daddy Damon, and that's you, and that's me, and that's Mr. Hop." The drawing is abstract in the way three-year-old art always is, circles for heads, lines for bodies, generous applications of glitter that Josh somehow got access to.

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting in the living room with my sandwiches, a tall glass of milk, the TV on, serving as background noise, and my drawing pad and pencil in hand. I don’t know how long I sit there drawing, only taking breaks to use the washroom, but eventually I finish drawing Remus, which is surprisingly difficult, not because there aren’t many features to draw, but because there aren’t many features to draw. I try to make it feel as real as I can, as detailed as possible, and try to paint a picture of his personality through the drawing. And don’t get me started on the shading. I feel like my fingers might fall off by the time I actually finish, but I realize this is probably my

She knew that her best friend was able to breathe life into a portrait of Zachary because Serenity had fallen in love with him. “Jas, did Serenity draw a river or a lake? What’s with the wavy lines?” Tilting her head, Jasmine looked at her brother. “Are you blind? Can’t you tell whether it’s a river or a lake? “Serenity portrayed everything well, but you can’t tell the difference. You should cut down your time on computer games. They’re not good for your eyes. Get Mom to buy you supplements.” Drake grabbed the drawing from his sister and mumbled, “It’s too small for a lake and too short to be a river. I really can’t tell whether it’s a river or a lake.”

Master asks and I nod. "I'll be okay! We've painted the base colour so I can focus on the little animals," I say and Master sighs. "Okay but please sit on the chair," my dad says and I nod and roll my eyes. "I'll be okay!" My dad and Master start unpacking the huge flat box with the crib inside while I sit on my chair and organise my paints to paint a jungle mural on the wall. My first animal will be a tiger so I get orange to do my base colour.

"Well, now that I look at the scenery here, this place is beautiful. You haven't drawn for a long time now. Do you still know how to do so?" Of course! Mango had been eager to draw for quite some time too. "So, both of them found a piece of wood, and Nathaniel made a drawing board for her on the spot. Then, he found her some paper and a pencil." "After that, Mango looked at the forest scenery. The sunlight reflected through the leaves and shone on Nathaniel, who was busy preparing the things for her. Thus, he was enveloped in golden light, and he looked out of this world right now. Thus, Mango's heart skipped a beat when she saw this beautiful scene in front of her."

"Ugh. No signal. Great. We're stranded in the wilderness with zero Wi-Fi." "Don't act like you won't survive without I*******m for one afternoon," Lily teased. Maxine gasped. "Excuse me? My followers need me." Jason tossed a pebble into the river. "Then tell your followers you went on a top-secret jungle expedition." "That actually sounds kind of cool," Maxine admitted. While they argued, I noticed Gabriel had been quietly sitting under a tree, sketching something in his notebook. I tilted my head. "What are you drawing?" I asked.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

Madeleine Onigfer nodded his head and the rune floated behind me and hovered over the tree stump. That way, it was easy for me to redraw it. The tree stump was hard and dry so it took me a lot of effort to use that small tip of the file and hold the nail cutter to etch anything. My hands began to grow slippery as I tried hard to draw and make them visible enough. Drawing straight lines was relatively easy but drawing swirls and curves was hard. My fingers were starting to hurt already and I worried about how I would draw it on the rest of the tree stumps just with the blunt tip of the file.

"I drew you, and Auntie Emily, and Mrs. Abernathy, just like I said this morning." Elena studied the drawing carefully — three stick figures, each labeled in Zuri's careful, still-developing handwriting, connected by careful lines to a smaller figure clearly meant to represent Zuri herself. "It's missing something, though," Zuri said, frowning slightly at her own work. "What's that?" "Everybody else's family trees have more people. Dads, grandparents, cousins." Zuri's small face scrunched thoughtfully. "Mine's kind of small."