Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

"That's not nothing, Clara. That's a whole sentence about who you are." I started sketching. She watched, quiet, leaning forward slightly. Forty minutes later I had three rough silhouettes on the page, nothing finished, just shapes, and Clara was staring at the middle one like it had said her name out loud. "That one," she said. "I haven't even drawn the sleeves yet." "I don't care. That one." I looked at the sketch. Clean shoulder line, no lace, a single seam running down the back that did all the work the embellishment usually tried and failed to do.

I blinked hard and ran my thumb along the carved wolf’s back. “It’s beautiful,” I said, and meant it. "Truly." Elias smiled — quick and bright, the careful hope in his face opening up into something unguarded. Then he pointed at the folded paper. I set the carving gently back in the box and opened the paper. It was a drawing — done in careful, earnest lines with what looked like charcoal. A group of figures standing together in a space I recognised as the garden. Lucian. Amira. A woman and a man, standing beside a small figure that was clearly Elias and the whole pack spread out around them in a loose, joyful sprawl. And at the centre, a taller figure that was unmistakably meant to be me, su

I never planned on attending the school's Valentine's party, but when Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, asked me for help to oversee the picture booth they'd rented just for the special event. It felt good that someone needed me for something, so I accepted it instantly. Now that I've had a terrible day at school, I regret having done so. I put on a V-neckline, crimson red dress that reached below my knees, black heels, and a red shawl around my shoulders.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.

"It is a thank you for the stick figures we drew together. The drawing of my family." Ah, that! She had completely forgotten about that. "They liked it?" "Very much." Zezi took the book from her and flipped it open to the first page. "There is a drawing of you." Zezi wriggled her nose. "She can draw better than I can." At least, this drawing had a body to it. Unlike hers. Gwen chuckled, "She has a passion for it." "Who is this though?" "You, Milady." Zezi bursted out in laughter, ignoring the pain in her stomach.

Walking past him, I started towards an unfinished drawing of a woman's face. "This is new." I turned around to face him. "I didn't see this last time I was here." "Yeah," he let out a soft sigh. "It's one of our final projects in school before graduation. I'm trying to make it as artistic as possible but a simple woman just seems too plain." Looking back at the painting, I study the details. Her full red lips, small pointed nose, eyes fallen shut with feathery lashes. Her skin was like a rainbow, colored in several colors. Her hands hugged her bare breast.

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.