Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

Simple and complex at the same time. Back in my room, I sat at my desk. The black-covered notebook was already open, a pencil beside it. I looked at the blank page for a few seconds and, without thinking too much, began to draw. The lines appeared almost by themselves. First, a feminine gaze, with long eyelashes. Then, the outline of a smiling mouth. My fingers kept moving, adding subtle details — a scarf over her shoulders, a book in her hands. It wasn't Giulia. Not exactly. But somehow, it seemed to have something of her in it.

"Do you have a moment?" "I'm actually in a bit of a hurry," I lied, already reaching for Marcello's hand to pull him toward the door, but she was holding up a piece of paper and something about her expression made me stop. "Marcello drew this today during art time," she said, holding out the paper, and I took it with hands that wanted to shake but I forced them steady through sheer will. It was a family portrait, the kind that every three-year-old draws with stick figures that have circle heads and triangle bodies and no sense of proportion, three people standing in a row holding hands with a yellow sun in the corner and green grass under their feet.

I immediately spot Myla’s profile, she sat at her small desk a pencil in her hand and seemed to be drawing something on a plain sheet of paper. I looked more close and realized that she was drawing a rough sketch of us. My father who was the tallest sketch though I was taller than him with about two inches, her held my mothers hand who held her and I was at the other end. She sprinkled some hearts above the misshapen heads of each person she drew and was softly humming a homely tone. Who knew Myla to be the kind that had any feelings at all. Not wanting to let her know I had been prying I stepped back and knocked properly. The soft tone seized and I heard her noises rambling and shuffling be

What the hell was I drawing? Mia peeked over my shoulder and whistled softly so the voice will be audible to me only. “That looks cool. It’s a little dark. But looks cool.” I looked at her and smiled. “Thanks.” She showed me her sketch. It was a cute sketch of a coat with flower designs on the sleeves and tiny butterflies flying around the fabric. “That’s really pretty,” I said honestly. “Thanks. I call it Spring in Paris,” she said proudly. I looked around. Some students were completely focused. Jordan was biting the end of his pencil while sketching something geometric design. Elisa had drawn a dress that I guess was made entirely of feathers.

The warmth of their small bodies, the familiar weight of their arms around me, was everything I’d been missing. Ben shoved a crumpled piece of paper into my hand—a drawing of a stick-figure family, me with a lopsided grin, standing next to him and Milla under a bright yellow sun, a rainbow arching overhead. “I made it for you!” he said, his voice bursting with pride.

I replied. "You see that table over there. I want you to draw a woman's clothing that exposes the body and at the same time covers it, you have 8 minutes" she said. I looked at her quietly, a woman's clothing that exposes the body and still covers it at the same time? I sigh thinking of what I can draw. I went to the table and sat on the chair. Then I took the sharp pencil and started drawing. I am going to draw a suit but this suit will be a different type of suit. Instead of long trousers it will be short, reaching under the ass. The trouser is going to be high waisted. Then for the suit jacket, it is going to have just one arm.

"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?"

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

Julian followed, his steps heavier than they should have been. As they entered Milo’s room, Julian felt something in him crack. The walls were covered in childish drawings, some of superheroes, others of a family crudely sketched, a tall man, a woman with long hair, and a small boy between them. His throat tightened when he realized the tall man was always drawn larger than life, the features generic but unmistakably intended as him. Milo bounded toward a shelf, grabbing a soccer ball that looked far too new to be well used. “This is mine. Mommy says I’ll be a pro one day.” He grinned, clutching it to his chest. “Will you… come watch me play?”

Marcel sneered and ignored their explanations, "She could also memorize all the styles in advance and then draw them little by little every day, just for show!" "I didn't..." Makenna defended herself, tears of injustice streaming down her face. "These are all my own drawings, if you insist on accusing me of plagiarism, then they must have copied my work first!"