Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

I said moving closer to where she was,s she didn't have to reply cause I saw the drawings seated at her table, they were excellent. There was a carving of a wolf and a baby and another with a wolf and a little girl and the last one she was still working on had a wolf and a young lady, if looked closely you would see that these drawings looked alike in appearance both the girls and the wolves. “ you drew all these?” “Yea, h I can't remember where I learned how to nor where I saw these images” I took the drawings and stared at them for a while and realized it was a trilogy, the different stages of both their lives like they were growing together.

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.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

"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.

Then I reached the drawings. Someone had sat with a living thing and drawn it the way the old human anatomists drew, every line put down to be true rather than pretty. A figure, standing, filling the page. Not a man. It stood on two legs and had two arms, but the arms hung to the knees, longer than any arm I'd ever shaken. The jaw ran out too far and hung too heavy, built to hold more teeth than a face has room for. In its own panel beside it, the hands: longer in the palm than mine, the bone at the last joint of each finger hooked, a claw drawn back into the shape of a nail and not quite hidden there.