Jungle Drawing Novels & Stories

The first pages contained ordinary drawings. Faith. The house. The old fig tree. Then... His expression changed. Bethwel leaned closer. "What is it?" Alex turned the book around. Glen had drawn the northern woods. A square hatch. Six stick figures. One had a hat. Another had unusually large boots. Each figure carried a different symbol instead of a face. Joel smiled. "Children draw differently." Alex nodded. "No." "He wasn't drawing faces." "He was classifying them." He pointed at the figure with the hat.

So as soon as I opened the room for Chen, I finally saw the genuine smile on his face while he was looking around with pure excitement in his eyes. Chen's room was less a bedroom and more a carefully curated adventure zone, designed to spark the imagination of a five-year-old. It was clear that Dante had gone all out. The walls were painted a cheerful, bright sky blue, and one entire wall was adorned with a vibrant, hand-painted mural depicting a lush tropical jungle scene. Monkeys swung from vines, colorful birds perched on broad leaves, and a friendly-looking elephant peeked out from behind a colossal banyan tree. It wasn't childishly cartoonish but beautifully rendered, making the room fe

“That’s it! I quit. I suck.” I turned to look at what she was making. She had gotten 20% of the starting drawing right, but in time lost touch of everything. I laughed lightly and took the book for inspection. The pages fluttered, and behind the unfinished busy subway, I saw a few more colourful drawings and sketches. I turned the page, and was greeted by the sight of a huge green tree. At first glance it looked really majestic. Because all you will notice at first are the thick heavy branches. But in time, when you keep looking, you will see the differences.