Katana Drawing Novels & Stories

she adds further and i flash her a smile. “He won’t bother us for a few weeks” We are both still talking when the door angrily pushes open and Katana enters with the same whip. “All of you, out now!!!” She yells and everyone starts screaming and rushing out of the room, no one wants to get hit by her whip. After all of us are outside, I see Rey sprawled in one corner of a tent and someone is attending to him while his eyes continue to linger on me. I have no choice but to give him the middle finger.

said Rajata softly. Kalyana nodded. "I miss our friendship," she said. Rajata went silent for a moment, also took a look at the park bench below. "Did you bring your pen?" he asked suddenly. "I did," said Kalyana. “Why? " "Do you want to sit there," said Rajata, pointed to a park bench, "and draw the castle again in words?" Kalyana was silent for a moment. "But I didn't bring paper nor tablet," she explained.

While Don offers me beer, tells me to get comfy at his place and leaves to get his tools ready. I take a seat on the stool next to Max, and watch his flip through the pages of various tattoo designs. He stops when he gets to the picture of a tigress and looks up at me. "This is really gonna look good on you, Kate, it'd show the world how much of a warrior you are. My beautiful warrior sexy tigress." Darn! He is good. It feels awkward because I'm beginning to get used to, and enjoy his words. I can feel my stony heart dispersing.

She makes a sassy face and I chuckle . " Well it's important for .. " I open my bag and search for my notebook that is supposed to be for study notes but is actually my boredom doodle file . " Tada ~ " I finish off as I show her my drawing of Luigini's wife naked and his name written between her legs . Since I didn't know what she looked like I decided to make her faceless , only shading to provide her a proper structure . Kayla slaps her hand against her mouth in order to stifle her laughter . Her face turns slightly red from restricting herself .

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.