Neon Drawings Novels & Stories

And maybe, for now, that’s enough. I clear my throat, trying to cut through the tension. “What are you sketching, Nevina?” I ask, my voice light, though I can feel the strain behind it. She looks up, blinking as if pulled from her own thoughts. “Just... some flowers,” she says softly, her voice a little hesitant. She flips the sketchpad around to show us, and it’s beautiful—delicate roses and daisies sketched in remarkable detail. Callum’s eyes widen slightly, his expression softening for the first time since we walked in. “Th-that’s...good,” he says, his voice faltering but sincere.

Still here, I said softly. Eli made a small satisfied sound and leaned back against my chest and looked at the room from this new vantage point with the calm interest of someone who had upgraded their view and approved of the change. I looked at the drawings above the bed. Marker on paper in the bold oversaturated colours of someone who had been given a full set and had used all of them. Shapes that suggested things rather than depicting them. A large yellow circle that was probably the sun and possibly also a face. Several figures of varying sizes that may have been people or animals or both. What appeared to be a house. What appeared to be something flying.

I looked at the father and daughter, puzzled, or perhaps wondering if they were playing a prank on me. “Open it, Nathalie.” I took a deep breath then opened the paper. Seeing what was on the paper, I stopped short, completely surprised. It was a vibrant drawing. A woman and a man with round heads, triangular bodies, and stick-like arms and legs. In the space between the woman and the man was a child, all three stick figures had their hands connected. On the other side was a drawing of a large house, its roof a triangle and the rest of the house a square.

The October evening was warm inside and cold outside and the particular quality of a gathering at the turn of the season when the warmth of people together was the right answer to the cold world beyond the walls. The next day Calla’s drawing arrived. A birthday drawing. Elena had written on the back that Calla had spent three days on it and had told her it was the most important drawing she had ever done. It showed the web. More detailed than the previous drawings. Each node is a specific figure now, not abstract shapes but people, each one different from the others in small ways that suggested Calla was feeling individual presences in the web clearly enough to render them distinct. In the c

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

But they all grabbed a marker pen and started drawing anywhere they could reach. They all seemed to know what they were drawing. When they finished drawing their individual pictures, they went to a larger blank wall. Where Max drew a big circle, Eden then drew a slightly smaller circle inside of it. Before Jaxon drew some lines connecting the circles. It made it look a little like a clock. But Eden added some wavy lines at the bottom of it. When they finished, they went to a sofa, curled up with Evie and cried. I looked at their pictures. Max had drawn a man’s shaver but with small lightening bolts coming off it, Jaxon had drawn a bucket and Eden had drawn a knife.

But this time… I didn’t draw the house. I didn’t draw the past. I turned to a clean page. And I just… sat there. Thinking. Feeling. What do I want now? Not what I lost. Not what hurt me. But what I want. My hand moved slowly. I started drawing Leo. His small face. His bright eyes. His soft smile. I added little lines around him… like light. Warm light. Then I drew myself beside him. Not far. Not outside. But close. Holding his hand.

SELENE'S POV I narrowed my eyes in concentration as I made final strokes on the drawing. A few minutes later, I stepped back to look at the finished product. It was beautiful. My first drawing in ten years. I sighed and dropped my pencil before falling on the couch. I had no idea why I still went ahead with the drawing of the logo, even after everything. I closed my eyes and my head fell on the headrest. As always, that scene played in my head. The same one that had kept me awake several nights in a roll.

Oni showed me her drawing page of a room in which she has designed some cars, fishes, stars, fairies and bunnies over the walls while the roof of the room is the solar system. Well has to say that she has done a great job even when she is so small for that. What to say? A designer's genes are in her blood so, she is bound to be this creative. " It's beautiful my baby," I told her putting her this drawing in the file in which I have collected her all drawings which she has gifted me until now.

she asked in amazement. Leo didn't draw people with hair, eyes, or clothes. Instead, he drew skeletons and greenish-blue veins, as well as exposed organs. When he drew cars, he didn't draw the exterior or outline but instead drew engines and parts. When he drew buildings, they were steel structures and insulation layers. "How do you know these things?" Celeste asked in astonishment. She admitted that she was a bit smarter than the average person, but she was never a genius. How did she give birth to such a genius child?