Mabangis Na Hayop Drawing Novels & Stories

As I bent down to pick it up, I realised it had fallen open to a specific page. The illustration staring back at me held me in place like a beast with its claws in my chest. It was a drawing of a monster with long, dried-up black hair, claw-like nails, and prominent fangs. Below the drawing was a single red drop of blood, as if it were dripping from the fangs. I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher the ancient, jagged writing that surrounded the drawing:

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.

Max asked, his hands busy hugging a large box of new drawing supplies. "What, baby?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't wait for my answer before continuing. "I'm going to draw a tall mountain, a big ship, and a dinosaur that's friends with a robot!" he squealed with delight, his eyes sparkling. "I have lots of drawing paper now, Mommy. Doctor Jacob is so cool. He gave me all this!" I chuckled, shaking my head lightly. "Be careful not to use too much of your paper, Max. You should save some for later."

Kabir asked, placing his hands gently on Kavish's shoulders. Kavish looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm making a family drawing, Daddy! See!" He proudly turned the paper toward Kabir, revealing a colorful array of bear-like figures, each one distinctly different in size. Above each bear, he had written names with arrows pointing to their respective figures: Edhaa, Kavish, Mumma, and Daddy. Kabir's heart swelled with warmth as he took in the artwork. "Wow! Breaking all the crockery kind of helped, huh?" he chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

The farmhouse was warm. I sat by the fire. Lily was on my lap. Barnaby was tucked under her arm. She was drawing on a piece of paper with crayons. Red. Blue. Yellow. Green. Her small tongue poked out in concentration. She was so focused. So present. Rex walked to me. Sat beside me. His hand found my knee. "What is she drawing?" I looked at the paper. A house. A garden. Three figures. Two tall. One small. A yellow sun in the corner. A red flower. A blue sky.

I was so happy and all of that changed so quickly… (Dreaming) I was upstairs and I was showing Mama Keya the picture I had drawn for her. It was me and her in the backyard planting sunflower seeds. I drew a pretty purple rainbow, a cloud with a few raindrops, and the sun. Because she told me that seeds need the sun and the rain to grow. I wrote my name at the bottom like she taught me and a heart that says, ‘I love you’ in the middle. She loves it! “Awww Abie it’s perfect! I love it!” She hugs me and kisses my cheek I tell her, “It is my thank you gift for the trip. I had so much fun!” I start drawing a picture of me and my GodPa Manny. We are on his boat at the lake fishing and we caught a

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

Most showed ordinary childish things, birds, their house beneath crooked yellow suns, stick figures holding hands. But one drawing made him pause.. A thin figure labelled as MAMA stood near the backyard, flowers cluthced carefully in one hand. Beside her stood another figure. Taller. Drawn only with rough pencil strokes. No face. No details. Just a dark shape standing close enough to matter. Beneath the drawing, Zara had written carefully in uneven handwriting: HE LOVES MAMA'S MARIGOLDS. Something cold settled deep inside Arman's chest. He stared at the page for a long time before quietly putting it back exactly where he found it.

"Steak is a piece of meat, and if I remember right, you love steak. You love putting it in your mouth and savoring the flavor, texture, thickness, and all the juice that comes out because of what your mouth is doing to it. What's not to love about a piece of meat?" "He's my brother. He's more than a piece of meat." "Oh, he's more, for sure, and the more the merrier, and he's got so much meat. More than enough to make you super merry." Lisa focused on her drawing, then held it up for Bunny. "You know, people can see that." Lisa had drawn Bunny, mostly from the side, from her stomach up. Bunny's ears leaned a little forward from straight up, her eyes popped out like in cartoons, her exaggerate

I made my way across the classroom, weaving between tiny tables and chairs until I spotted Alexander and Ethan hunched over sheets of paper, crayons scattered around them like confetti. "Mama!" Ethan looked up with a grin, his hands stained various shades of blue and green. "You're early!" "I finished work early today," I said, crouching down to their level. "What are you two creating?" "Dinosaur families," Alexander announced proudly, holding up his drawing. "This one is a mama T-Rex and her babies. They live in a volcano." "And mine is a brontosaurus family having a picnic," Ethan added, pointing to his more carefully detailed drawing. "They're vegetarians, so they're very peaceful."