Mimic Drawing Novels & Stories

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Tilbur suddenly remembered something and stopped him. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Jackman, these are some drawings Anna left behind. Do you want them? If not, we'll throw them out." Taking the drawings Ms. Tilbur handed him, Micah suddenly felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Looking at the contents, his hands began to tremble. The drawing showed a little girl playing piano with two people sitting beside her, clapping. The picture was crude, obviously just a child's scribbles. But Micah immediately recognized the person in black clothes clapping on the right side as himself.

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

Bernice decided to occupy her mind by sketching, grabbing a canvas and pencil. As the graphite danced on the canvas, a face took shape. Moments later, the image that stared back at her shocked her to her core. Something about the woman she had glimpsed while eavesdropping on her mother's conversation haunted her. Intrigued and a bit unnerved, Bernice picked up a finished drawing of herself from another part of the room. Her disbelief was profound; the resemblance was uncanny.

Mrs Ramirez patted Simon’s shoulder while she stood up and walked back to the kitchen. In a split second, Simon noticed someone running past him holding a couple of plastic dinosaurs in his hand. When Diego saw him, he traced his steps back, ran to him, and stared at him for a minute with his big eyes. “Who are you?” He asked curiously, standing between his feet. “This is Simon, say hi” Gabriela said to Diego, caressing his hair. “Oh the one from the TV, do you want to see my lizard drawings?” Before Simon could answer him, Diego dragged his shirt as a sign to follow him to the dining table where papers upon papers were scattered everywhere with crayons of different colours.

Justin has a pencil drawing of Olima's pretty face before, and all his drawings of her were all pretty. He wished he could bring her into his bedroom and show her all the silly images of her that he had drawn out before he brought her to live in their guest house. Justin usually draws images of Olima, both pencil and oil paintings of her smiling face, her sad face, and how her big brown eyes shine at him in surprise. He drew a recent image of her too, and he couldn't wait for her to fully mature, as he plans to draw a nude image of her too.

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting in the living room with my sandwiches, a tall glass of milk, the TV on, serving as background noise, and my drawing pad and pencil in hand. I don’t know how long I sit there drawing, only taking breaks to use the washroom, but eventually I finish drawing Remus, which is surprisingly difficult, not because there aren’t many features to draw, but because there aren’t many features to draw. I try to make it feel as real as I can, as detailed as possible, and try to paint a picture of his personality through the drawing. And don’t get me started on the shading. I feel like my fingers might fall off by the time I actually finish, but I realize this is probably my

**"Did you miss me?" Ravel fires her crossbow. The bolt phases through him. **"I'm not here. Not anymore. But *she* is."** A tank hisses open, spilling green fluid. Inside floats a girl, no older than twelve, her skin etched with glowing circuits. **Lira's** face. "Another mimic?" I say, static prickling my palms. The girl's eyes snap open-gold, pupil-less. **"No. A *successor*."**

“Hello,” I said with a smile as I answered the incoming video call. “Good, you’re still awake,” Mimi said as she frowned. “I’m always awake at this time of the night,” I said to her. Mimi was one of my best friends and we were the most alike in our dysfunctional little group. Mimi was beautiful, she didn’t realize how beautiful she was and she had a clear disdain for public places, people and anything to do with going outside. She owned an online boutique shop that sold handmade jewelry, that she made herself, and the most gorgeous evening wear you could imagine.

he explained very seriously, and even though Millie looked a little confused, she nodded solemnly. “I’m going to draw something nice for you, Daddy!” she promised, smiling as she slid the red pencil across Massimo’s foot “Try to guess! It’s easy!” “It’s…” Massimo took a deep breath, clearly concentrating on every movement of Millicent’s not-at-all steady hand, until a smile spread across his face “It’s a heart, right?” “Yes!” Millicent cheered, nearly falling off the bench the doctor's assistant had placed her on.