Katniss Everdeen Drawings Novels & Stories

I froze at the door, my pulse hammering. Rita. My children. Ashton. And none of them even realized how out of place this was. Ashton glanced up then, and his eyes caught mine. For a second, his expression was unreadable, caught between different emotions, like amusement, caution, and something softer. He looked back down at Kate’s drawing. It was crude, childlike, full of mismatched colors. But clear enough: five little figures, hand-in-hand. A woman with long hair. A tall man with broad shoulders.

The sun was rising. Elena ran into the room, still in her pajamas, holding a drawing. “Mama! Look!” Ava looked. It was a picture of all of them—the whole group, drawn in crayon, smiling. She saw herself, and Oliver, and Elena. She saw Ethan and Mia, Tori and Derek, Marcus and Samira, Jake and Nina. She saw the children, the dog, the garden. And in the corner, a small heart. “It’s us,” Elena said.

He knew that everything had to give way to the things related to Third Young Mistress. Therefore, Callan went to the chief designer's office of "Cloud Atlas" with Nick. "President..." The crowd got out of the way one by one in front of Callan, and Callan smoothly entered Savannah's office. Savannah was working on the drawings, and her long curly hair was casually tied with a hairband behind her head. She slightly frowned and pouted, looking very childish and lovely. Callan didn't want to ruin such a beautiful picture. He stood beside Savannah and looked at her quietly.

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.

"You kept it." "Yes." "Why?" Kael knelt down, bringing himself to the boy's level. The motion felt natural, right. "Because it was yours. I wanted to give it back." Kieran considered this. His young face was serious, thinking. Then he pointed to the dirt. "Look. I drew you." Kael looked. In the dirt was a rough drawing of a man with a sword. The face was simple—two dots for eyes, a line for a mouth—but the eyes were drawn carefully, colored in with dark dirt to make them stand out. Blue eyes.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

Enthusiastically, she went home and showed her family the drawing. "This is Daddy, Mommy, Grandma, Uncle Linux, Aunt Lily, Uncle Johnathan, Uncle Anthony." Holding her drawing up, she showed it to everyone. It was a family portrait, and she was introducing the characters one by one. "There is also Cash, Penny, Fly." With sharp eyes, Nathan immediately noticed a green eyed character with long eyelashes in the drawing. Solemnly, he asked, "Who is this?" It was too obvious. The drawing almost summarized all of Klaus's characteristics, green eyes, long eyelashes, and long legs. Although the drawing was very abstract, Nathan could recognize him with just one glance.

The question stopped her. She thought of her sketchbook, nearly full now. Thought of the images she'd drawn Kaelan at the helm, his face carved by wind; Althea sleeping, peaceful in a way she'd never been in the palace; Liam fishing, his concentration absolute. Thought of the way her hand moved when she drew each of them, the way the lines came alive under her charcoal.

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

) The little girl sighed, taking off her back pack and pulling out a huge sketch book, she handed it over to Kalen and after receiving her permission, Kalen flipped it open. Kalen gasped in surprise at the beautifully drawn landscapes within, the pack warriors immediately shifted closer to Kalen to catch a glimpse but not close enough to trigger Kalen's anger. "You drew all this?!" Kalen asked the little girl in astonishment. Although the drawings were a little messy and not completely perfect but for a 4 year old it should not be possible to draw this beautifully, it looked to have been drawn by a teenager with reasonable artistic training.