Namine Drawing Novels & Stories

Solène’s smile never faded as she collected them, her eyes dropping to the drawing Katie had made. “What is this?” She asked gently, taking the drawings—bright colors, uneven shapes, familiar figures. “I’m still learning to draw people.” Katie said, scooting to Solene’s side. Then, one by one, she pointed at the figures on the paper Solene held on top. “This is Grandma, this is you, this is Mommy, and this is Uncle Atlas!” She said, proud of herself. Solène raised a brow. “That’s good. You almost got our faces right.” She laughed.

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. It buzzed before the water had time to boil. "Can I see it?"

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.

He really liked drawing before. "Maybe you should just be nervous about how he will introduce you in front later for the presentation," I answered seriously to him, who frowned. I just ignored him and waited for the participants to finish their drawings about their family. The presentation time came and Yaj's name was called to speak in front. I saw that Kenj's face was serious and he looked like he had been waiting for this moment. Maybe he is also curious how Yaj will describe him in his drawing. “Hi, I am Yaji Michael. I have drawn my twin sister, her name is Bri. As you can see in my drawing, we are together with the best mother on earth, my mom and her name is Shanbri.”

‘I guess even they noticed the height difference between Dante and me,’ I gave a quiet chuckle. “And this is us and Yuki, and we’re all holding hands.” Three little stick figures, blue, purple, and green, were next to the pink one, along with a weird-looking yellow thing that I guess was Yuki. “It’s beautiful, Nathan. Good job.” I cheered, and he beamed with pride. “Mine next.” Michael shoved his drawing into my hand, and I took his and Leon’s. They were similar to Nathan’s work, but Michael’s was more wonky, and the height difference was less dramatic. Leon’s drawing was the neatest, with a big red heart around us.

He sat. He looked at the star Liam had drawn at the top of the fresh page. He looked at her. He picked up the crayon. He looked at the page. He began to draw. She watched him. He drew slowly. He drew nine figures first. The same nine. All of them. Then he drew a tenth. Small. In the space below the seventh. He gave it curly hair because Ada's curls deserved to be there from the beginning. He looked at the name in the seventh figure's space.

I let it guide me in creating the woman with the beautiful voice. I sit back and let the emotions I am feeling take me over. I draw the mouth that creates the sound. Imagine what it be like to see them move. I take my time carving the out. Her name echoes over and over in my mind. Adira… It echoes pushing me to put her image on paper.

"Just drawing. My hands are stiff from not practicing for a long time." Nicholas stared at Nathalie's drawing. It was a drawing of a minimalist-themed office space. Nathalie's design looked smooth but firm and she drew the pen without hesitation. Nicholas is amazed that Nathalie is still so talented with her designs. "Nate, you are very talented and all your works are good, but why hasn't I seen a design signed by you in society? Do you keep all your designs as a personal collection?”

He could tell that the drawing was upside down because Caiden drew himself, too. And the wolf? Was drawn as a shadow. Dante stared at the drawing for a good while. It was impressively drawn and detailed, and the longer he looked at it, he saw that in Caiden’s hand in the drawing was a name tag. It was small but he could read it and it had some unknown characters on it. Rubbing his temples, he placed the drawing and left. “This child is a headache all on his own.”

Lia said sincerely, smiling over the photo too. "That's true Elle. But seems like Dan doesn't focus more on this field. I guess few people know he's an artist." Tania said. "Yeah, he said he draws anytime he's bored or compelled to." I smiled in reminisce of when he said that. "Let's fix it in a frame shall we?" Lia smiled. "Oh there it is, the signature name JR'S ART." Tania said pointing at the bottom of the drawing. I shifted closer and stared at it. How did I not notice this earlier?