Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

A small drawing desk in the corner, crayons scattered across it, a few papers with colorful scrawls. I stepped in slowly. On the wall, drawings were taped up. A child's drawings — a house with a triangular roof, a sun in the corner with rays drawn as straight lines, a tree with round red fruit. Then I saw it. One drawing in the middle. Three figures standing hand in hand. The small one in the middle, in a dress with long hair. A woman on the left. On the right, a man in a black suit.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

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.

She had made her realise her own worth in her eyes. “Eizzy, see. What I draw,” she showed the drawing pad to Eizlina. Eizlina looked towards that drawing pad where she saw Orelia had made the drawing of a man, two women and a little kid. They all were holding each other's hands.

The horrific thing about the card was that there were two here figures, drawn in a childish hand. Two male figures in crude shirts and tuxes stood on either side of a fat, balloon-like woman figure in the centre. The trio were supposedly holding hands. But what made the rather childish drawing so macabre was the horror. What was terrifying was the face of the female in the centre. The crude drawing of the woman’s face had been scored off with a thick black marker, creating a cross. But what made Bianca gasp aloud, was the bright red slash across the stomach of the woman’s figure.

"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?”