Mabangis Na Hayop Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

Mal said proudly. I looked at Nate, and he seemed as lost as I was. Both of us looked at Mina. “It’s a funky little sloth creature with enormous eyes.” Mina pulled out her phone, and showed me a picture of Mal’s room with a little fuzzy brown thing with big eyes. “They’re my favorite animal,” Mal said, practically jumping with excitement. “They live in the Philippines and on the islands of Southeast Asia. Aren’t I adorable in that picture?” I nodded, and lied. “Super adorable. Why do your hands still look like bony human hands?”

And then she was gone. * * * Max Aged Eight * * * “Mama, Mama. Look. I made you a picture,” Max told his mother. Dropping to one knee so that she could look him in his eyes, as she always did, Nellie took the paper from Max and turned it to see his picture. She smiled when she saw that he had drawn them running through the forest like wolves. He had drawn the trees, flowers, and bumblebees in 2D, and it was a little messy. But her heart burst with pride. “It’s beautiful, thank you so much. But why is your wolf so big Maxi-Moo?” She asked him.

"I… I like to draw, sometimes. Little things. Animals." "Really? That's cool," I said, genuinely interested. "I'm terrible at drawing. My animals always look like potatoes with legs." She giggled again, a little louder this time. A real sound. "Mine do too, sometimes! If you don't do the nose right, it all goes wrong." "See? You get it," I said, smiling at her. "What's the hardest part about drawing an animal?"

It transitioned to the animals and humans that they co-exist. After that, the drawings became different again. There is this huge tree on a detailed carving. The shape of its veins became familiar to me similar to Venenata Negra. So I realized that that was the tree. I saw drawings of fairies. I frowned because when I saw that the fairies tried to cut down the big tree I don't know what the reason was. But the fairies did not succeed in cutting Venenata Negra.

Wendy said. Adrian let out a low gasp beneath his shuddering breath and somehow he drew the pencil and the book to himself again. He was having the visions again. This time, his drawings were clearer and it looked like a continuation of the previous but they could not see the connection. The last thing he drew, was Gabriel in a room, lying flat like he was sick or dead but Wendy and West took it that he was sick. This picture he was drawing, was a giant animal that had the face of a fierce cat bowing before a woman who stood beside a bed with a lady lying on it.

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

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.