Novelas y relatos de Komi Drawings

Kaliya’s pov ________ My hands shakingly covered my mouth as I gawked at the drawing, this was really me in tge drawing, my breasts, thighs and bum was exposed on this piece of paper, I turned and saw another one that was also covered, without hesitation I lifted it’s covering, it was another naked drawing of me, but this time I was facing away. As beautiful as these drawings were they felt wrong and somewhat exciting, I gasped when I heard Lumi’s voice call out to me, I wanted to cover the drawings up but there was no time because of how close she sounded, she should not enter this room.

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Vixen. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Vixen says, kissing her cheek.

"Wait, I have to show you something." Me, Fulvio, Esme and Valerie stand staring at each other in an awkward silence until Luka comes back with a pile of paper in his hands. Esme and Valerie seem to agree on this at least. They spring into action, helping Luka lay out his drawings on the kitchen table. Each page is divided into four or six panels. Figures leap across panels or interact within them. There are no speech bubbles. Luka points to one and Silvia moves around the table so she is behind him looking over his shoulder. There's a beautiful woman wearing an all black, tight-fitting all-in-one. She has long, dark hair and ...

I’d go buy us party tickets, Have fuck… sorry, Fun. I rolled my eyes, focusing on the pictures I had found on my phone from years ago. I needed inspiration for drawing, and the pizza boxes Kian brought did the trick. After years, I was finally starting to draw something that actually made sense. Being with Kian gave me the inspiration I needed; for the first time in forever, I was actually drawing something I was proud of.

"I will help." Kai nods with the satisfaction of someone whose project planning has received the necessary resource confirmation. Then he picks up the drawing book from the chair and he opens it to a fresh page and he begins to draw, right there in the treatment room, with the focused economy of someone who has something to get down before the image leaves. I look over his shoulder. He is drawing three figures: a small one, a tall one, and a third one whose silver hair he renders in careful crosshatched lines, standing in the western quarter with the tree and the lifted pavement stone visible at the edge of the frame.

They were completely absorbed in their artwork. "Hi, Xai," I said, offering a friendly smile, but she didn't even glance up. Guess she gets that from Francis. Tsk. "What are you drawing?" I asked, peering at her creation. It was a family tree, with three men labeled Tito, Kuya, and Daddy, and a girl labeled with her name: Xai Reign. I immediately noticed that someone was missing.

Little Nomi was focused on drawing, and her whole body was lying on the tea table. She looked very serious, and Henry did not disturb her. She just looked at her face dotingly. ... Little Nomi drew a family of three. However, her painting was different from other children's. Usually, children would draw their daddy and mommy on both sides, and then the children would be in the middle, holding hands with their daddy and mommy. The order Little Nomi drew was, "Daddy is holding Mommy's hand, Mommy is holding her hand." When Henry saw that Little Nomi had finished drawing the three people, he thought that Little Nomi was done.

So that means getting going now. Having a blank page for a commission, and getting started on it, that’s two different things. After wasting most of my free period staring at a large white rectangle, I give up and start doodling in a sketchpad instead. Sketches of faces, mostly. The Pack. Imogen. Mom. The college staff. My tutor, Mrs Bird, as a Sergeant Major in a feathery rainbow uniform, strutting around bellowing orders. Jade as a crow, teaching crow martial arts to a bunch of baby crows. Mary in a Cinderella ball gown. Reese as a tiger. Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier.

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.

“I don't know currently, I'll tell you later. And you can't laugh not tell anyone, not even Carmen, Promise??” This must be something great, since Carmen must not see it. “You've my words, simply get your ass up and allow me to see.” Katie sat in her seat and Robert got on one knee close to her with his elbow on the desk. She lifted the cover a portion of an inch, then shut it. “Try not to chuckle.” Robert didn't giggle or say anything. The drawing was of a female champion with her feet broadly planted and her arms over her head, using a giant club. She was wearing boots that went dependent upon her knees, and that's it.