Namine Drawing Novels & Stories

Tore it out carefully along the perforation. It was the drawing from the party. The one of me bare from the waist up. My shoulders soft. My face brave. He had written something at the bottom in his careful handwriting. Nubia. The bravest person I know. "This is yours," he said. "I made it for you." I took the drawing. My hands were shaking again. "I do not know what to say." "You do not have to say anything." I looked at the drawing. At the woman on the page who looked like me but also like someone stronger. Someone braver. Someone who could be loved.

Damn Nami! _______

“It’s in cuneiform, two names and a black baccara rose with thorns on the stem.” “It’s interesting, mind if I make a redraw for you?” I smiled at the old man and nodded. Milo had also stood up and looked at the rough drawing I had made. “That looks like a three year old drew it.” He grinned as he said that but I didn’t take offence, drawing wasn’t one of my talents.

Roof and the specific purposeful energy of someone whose important business was concluded and who had dinner to look forward to. Nia sat at the kitchen table for a moment longer. She looked at the drawing. At the grey crayon eyes Seren had gone over several times to get right. At the capital letters across the top that had already decided something the adults in this story were still working toward. She picked up her phone. She looked at Darian's name for a moment. Then she typed She drew a picture tonight. She called it My Family. She got your eyes right. She put the phone down and went to make pasta.

Nadine asked softly, halting her steps to look at Liam. Liam held up his drawing, anticipating an impressed look from his mother. "Wow, it looks amazing," Nadine smiled, despite the ache in her heart. The drawing was the same one Adrian had seen. It featured stick figures of Liam, Nadine, and a shadowy father. But this particular drawing was colored. Nadine was deeply troubled by it. Liam was so young, yet he was already questioning the absence of his father. "You're so good at this, sweetheart," Nadine complimented, her heart sinking.

But then I saw it. Three figures appeared on the page, standing side by side. All of them were smiling, their hands linked together. The figures were simple, childlike, but unmistakable. A woman, a man, and a little girl. And underneath each person, Jasmine had carefully written the names: Mommy, Daddy, Jasmine. My breath caught in my throat. I felt my pulse quicken as my eyes moved over the drawing again. The happiness, the simplicity of it—it struck me harder than I expected.

“Not writing, but drawing. I can think of something similar to your name. It can be used as a clue if one day I forget your name." Edmund snorted in disbelief. "You're so ridiculous." "Not really. I'm used to it and am good at it. Say your name, Mister Beard. I'll prove that I can draw it." Intrigued, Edmund followed the game. “Ed. How do you draw it in your journal?” The little girl frowned. “Is your name just Ed? It's very short.” “That's my name. Come on, draw it," Edmund was secretly amused. For some reason, he felt relaxed even though he actually couldn't wait to get more in-depth information.

He noticed that it was the same spot Madine had stood the other time. He took it and opened a page. To his surprise, it was a drawing, a technical drawing of jewelry. There was labeling on the drawing like that of Nadine. Every part of the drawing was carefully and intellectually crafted. Trenton was shocked because every part of it looked like that of Nadine. He checked the name and saw Madine Oreo. “Madine Oreo?” He noticed that she had the same last name as that of Nadine. He was surprised. He wanted to question her but she was nowhere in sight. After waiting for some minutes, he walked to his car and drove home.

They continued walking, the afternoon sun filtering gently through the trees above them. “And the other friend?” Layla asked. Daniel brightened again. “She’s a girl named Nina.” “Oh?” “She drew a wolf today during art class,” Daniel said excitedly. “And it looked so real!” Layla raised an eyebrow with interest. “Better than the teacher’s drawing?” Daniel nodded vigorously. “Yes! Even the teacher said so.” Layla laughed. “Well, she must be very talented.” Daniel grinned proudly, as though Nina’s artistic skill was somehow his own achievement.

He asked me as I sat down. "A lily. A white one with a little bit of pink in the center and the tips. He nodded slowly, his eyes softening. "Alright, I can draw something up. What about you, Champ?" James rolled his eyes at his dad's little nickname and looked at me. "The same as hers." I smiled and he took my hand. "Well, that's easy. Let me get my stuff and I'll get a sketch done quick. James sat next to me and squeezed my hand. "I like your idea."