Mina Ashido Drawing Novels & Stories

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

She walked towards her desk, ” Good morning class, today I want you to draw or paint a self portrait. I let out an exasperated sigh, portraits are my least favourite thing to draw. My preferred medium of art is drawing so there’s no way that I am going to paint. I think I’ll do a charcoal drawing that way I can smudge away half the artwork to create my face. I take my drawing media out of my bag and take a piece of compressed charcoal and wrap the bottom half in a piece of tissue. I don’t want to get my entire hand full of charcoal… I’m not the biggest fan of getting my hands dirty. Using the piece of Ashrad paper that Miss Wellington gave out to the class I begin. I decide to start with one

I rub the blood off my skin and rinse my hair until I can actually run my fingers through it. I climb out of the pool with a heavy sigh. I wave my hand and the water evaporates from my body in a small cloud of steam. I sit down in the soft grass, leaning my back against a tree. I look back at the river and can't help smiling. Ash floats on the water, his arms out and his eyes closed. His hair floats around him in a golden halo and the tiniest of smiles rests on his lips. I bite my cheek hard and clench my fists. "Fuck it," I whisper under my breath and rummage through my bag for my sketchbook. I find a pencil and flip to a clean page.

Her baby fingers are trailing on the paper with colours and pencils like magic. She completed her drawing and it's time for the chief guest to see the drawing. Anirudh is seeing all the drawing one after another and a particular drawing caught his attention. A young beautiful woman is holding two small kids hand. One is a boy and another one is a girl. Seeing the drawing Anirudh remembered his mother and sister. A sad smile formed on his lips remembering them. The drawing is really beautiful with the perfect amount of colour and shade. Anirudh liked the drawing and wanted to meet the child who drew it.

and he stretched out his hand to Haya and shook hands. Then he sank down into another chair and talked to Haya. As they talked, they asked for food. They talked about their side interests, sports or exercises and what school they go to. "What do you do when you have available energy?" Asher asked him. "Ok, when I have spare energy, now and then I draw or play a portable game. What about you?" he asked her "Me, I'm making my fine art, figures made of clay." "Really? Do you like human expression too?" Haya asked in shock.

I had a splendid dream of sitting on a cliff. The moon shone ten times brighter than it ever did on any other night, and beside me was the most beautiful being, a werewolf in his human form, having only my red shawl spread across his groin. One of his hands rested on top of mine, was so warm, and I stared at his face illuminated by the moon's sliver light. "I'm drawn to you, Amara Lively," his lips slowly moved as he called me by my full name. I never once thought he knew.

Chang Minsu sat on the opposite seat. "Anime mostly, but I like to draw portraits, though no one ever wants to hold still long enough for me to do that." "Really, do you have any with you?" Chang Minsu leaned over and lifted something out of the bag he carried. "Just these. They're not very good, but…" Chang Minsu dropped off as Hae Jae-Woo took the red art book and flipped through the pages. Hae Jae-Woo slowed down after a few pages and stared intently at the pictures.

Then I began to write: “Dear Boris, There is so much I wish I could say plainly, but I can’t. Give me one month. Just one. Let me do what I must for my tribe. Let me right the wrongs that have been festering since before you and I even began. At the end of it, I’ll come to you. With truth. With my decision. Ashina” I set the pen down with a quiet sigh and read the words over again, my heart pounding. It wasn’t enough not for the man I loved, not for the bond that tied us, but at least, it was something. A promise, or a plea, or even a piece of myself to send through the fire