Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

Her belly button was tucked inside the muscle and that's where the drawing stopped. May scrunched her nose. This drawing reminds her of someone. Someone she doesn't want to be reminded of, Bella. Her eyes shifted to the next drawing which she found to be the worst. A woman and man having sex. No, it looked like she was being raped cause her hands were tied. May's stomach churned. She felt uncomfortable. Why does he have such obscenities drawn in his room? The third and fourth drawings she loved, however. She thought the artist had done a wonderful job drawing a rose that looked like it was dying with its leaves dropping to the floor.

In front of the child lay a large pad of heavy drawing paper, a scattered set of colored pencils Eleanor had produced from an old drawer downstairs, and the intensely focused expression of someone who had been given materials and was taking the responsibility entirely seriously. Eleanor sat in the high-backed armchair right beside her. Her reading glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose, her own hardcover book resting wide open in her lap. It had remained unread for the last twenty minutes. She was simply watching Liyana draw. The child had been narrating the progress of her pencil for eleven consecutive minutes. It was a house with a disproportionately large front door. There was a b

When we got home, I went straight to Greval's room. I am excited to draw. As we were on our way here, I have been thinking to draw the exterior of this mansion. I changed into yellow summer dress before I started drawing. It took me almost half an hour before I finished the drawing. It was just a quick sketch. I smiled as I looked at it. I bought many sketchpads and pencils. I mean, Greval bought me because it is his money that I used. I should thanked him. I almost forgot about it.

she switched her black crayon to a yellow one. "Oh, what do we have here? Can I take a look?" Ruth said, diverting Gianna's paper to her, "Wonderful! You did this?" Gianna nodded. "So here is your beautiful mummy, I presume," she pointed out a not-so-straight stick drawing representing a woman with red hair and an ear-to-ear smile drawn in red crayon, which no doubt represented her mother's signature garnished lips. "And this is you, right?" Ruth acknowledged an almost similar version of the first drawing, except it looked small, had a black yarn-like excuse of a ponytail above her head, and no red represented ear-to-ear smile. "Yeah."

Leo smiled as he shook his head and moved his arm that had been bandaged earlier, signaling to her that he was fine. Seeing that they still hadn’t finished their conversation, Melanie then turned around and entered the study that was connected to the room. The study was very neat and organized, just like Leo himself. There were quite a few drawings that attracted Melanie’s attention, and they were all of the same man; the man in the drawings had short hair, was slightly skinny, and had a strong and defined face. The person who had made the drawings was quite skilled. They used multiple colors to draw the man’s figure and hair, and the lines were all quite spirited. But strangely, none of th

After ten more minutes as I finally finish my girl's portrait, Michael has finished the flower vase. That drawing is again amazing. Orange tulips in beautiful blue vase. But since it's just a flower vase and he did it really quickly, it's not something really great like the first drawing. Probably he wanted to finish the scenery drawing now itself.

This was the first time I was talking her to her since what happened in the court room. "What are you drawing?" I walked inside and took a seat beside her. Didn't she know that she didn't need to fear me? "I'm drawing my family." She looked down and began drawing again. I saw something that resembled two girls and two boys. "Who is whom in this?" She hadn't drawn a beard on anybody. What did she see me as? "This is me." She pointed at a girl in a pink dress. Figures. "And this is Kol." She pointed at the boy who she is holding hands with.

Something fluttered from her hands as she turned the corner, a piece of paper, drifting slowly before landing near my chair. Silence swallowed the room, causing my stomach to drop. I stood up slowly and walked over, my movements heavy, like gravity had suddenly doubled. I bent down and picked it up. A drawing. Crayon and paint, bright and uneven, edges smudged with fingerprints. I stared at it. Three figures stood in front of a house. The woman had long hair and a wide smile. The little girl stood in the middle, holding both their hands. And the man, tall, broad, unmistakable stood on the other side.

She responded with a delightful giggle, her laughter filling the air with a sweet and uplifting melody that momentarily lifted the somber mood. “Look, look!" she exclaimed with excitement, squirming free from my embrace and darting over to the kitchen table. Amidst a collection of colorful crayons and scattered papers, I came across a heartwarming drawing. Mabel, with a proud smile on her face, pointed at the figures and exclaimed, "This is Daddy, this is Mum, and this is me," as she tapped each figure with her tiny finger.

Seeing Ellena looking at her, she waved the drawing book in her hand and said happily, "Mommy, look, I drew two big apples." "Okay, walk properly. You can't jump on the stairs. Mommy will wait for you here." Ellena originally felt a little unhappy, but when she saw Elaine again, it immediately disappeared.