Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

I watched as she nervously withdrew a folded piece of paper from the pocket on her apron with shaking hands. “Moana had another… episode,” she said, shakily handing me the paper. I took it with a furrowed brow and unfolded it. My eyes widened as I saw the contents of the page. It was a drawing made with dark, heavy strokes that depicted a strange knife with a slightly curved blade and a wolf’s head on the handle. It looked oddly familiar to me for some strange reason, but the pressure of the lines and the way that the drawing seemed so chaotic indicated that it was not drawn while Moana was in a normal mental state. What especially gave that away was the fact that it was drawn over the pictu

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.

The strokes were out of line, the legs were unnecessarily long, and the tail was tiny. “I think Melanie's drawing is by far better than Mason's,” Lydia said. A warm breath hit the side of my face. Lydia was standing close to me, bending slightly to see Melanie’s drawing. “Yeah, Mom thinks my drawing is better than Mason's drawing,” Melanie repeated. “Liam, can we see yours now?” Melanie asked. “Just a minute. I'll soon be done,” Liam replied. Our eyes are now trained on Liam. After about five minutes, he raised his paper, “I'm done.” He said with a grin.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

Mingchan then took a gaze at his drawing. “Did you make this because you are programmed or…” Mukgu asked him. Mingchan then looked at Mukgu’s face again and looked into her eyes directly. “I made it because I just want to. I just want to draw it.“ Mingchan answered directly. He then grabbed Mukgu’s hand and placed it on his chest. Mukgu’s eyes widened and it made her stunned. She accidentally let go of the notebook and it fell to the ground as it was slid from her hand unintentionally.

Fabian was slightly stunned but he understood her intention from her beautiful, huge eyes. “Is this for me?” Fabian asked gently. Lillian blinked her huge eyes and nodded gently. Fabian took the card happily and carefully opened it. Within it was a drawing. The drawing depicted a tall boy and a small girl, clearly him and Lillian. Lillian’s drawing was very childlike; the contour of the persons was also childishly drawn, and even the colors used were not anything refined.

Julian thought for a long time before answering, "Not really." "Then can we wait until I finish these two days' worth of drawings?" Julian nodded. "Sure." With Julian's affirmative answer, I focused and worked until after 3:00 PM, finishing all the work I had fallen behind on. Stretching lazily, I started handling the tasks Julian had given me. I began with drawing Willow. She was undoubtedly the heroine of the comic. Perhaps because I favored Willow, the Willow I drew turned out delicate and cute. People would fall in love with her with one glance.

Instead, Caspian took advantage of the excellent momentum and luck to continue drawing. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! The Time Warp Zone was instantly filled with the sound of the brush moving on the paper. Soon, three pieces of successfully drawn weight inscription appeared in front of Caspian. At this time, Caspian's sweat dripped from his hair. Drawing four pieces of weight inscriptions seemed to be more tiring than practicing The Strangulation of an Angered Dragon ten times. Nevertheless, Caspian was happy. "I'll keep one of the weight inscriptions and sell the rest." Caspian took a deep breath.

“What are you drawing?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he simply turned the paper toward me. My breath hitched looking at the drawing. It was simple, childlike but what surprised me was what he had drawn. A woman. A little girl beside her. And a small boy holding the woman’s hand. My eyes froze on it. I recognized her instantly. Melania.

Selena sat quietly at the long white table by the window, her legs swinging back and forth beneath her chair as she focused intently on her painting. Her small fingers were stained with blue and green paint, smudged across her knuckles and nails, even dotting her wrist where she had accidentally brushed against wet color. On the paper in front of her was a drawing that looked like a house—large, uneven, and crowded with flowers. The roof leaned awkwardly to one side, and the windows were drawn too close together, but Selena worked carefully, her tongue poking slightly out between her lips, determined to make it perfect. She added another flower, then another, filling every empty space with c