Novel & Cerita Neon Drawings

“Who did the artwork?” Junior perked up a little. “I did. This one’s a dragon. See the teeth?” Nevena leaned in slightly, squinting. “A fire breathing dragon. I love it.” He pushed out a real smile, “Can you draw?” he asked. “Stick figures and crooked stars. But I’m a fast learner.”She replied with a shrug. Unhesitatingly, Junior dug in his backpack, pulling out a marker, and handing it to her like a silent invitation.

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 it wasn't the architecture that stopped my heart; it was the walls. There were no landscape paintings or portraits of stern ancestors. There were sketches. Thousands of them. Charcoal on yellowed paper, pinned directly onto the silk wallpaper. I approached one, my heart hammering against my ribs. It was a drawing of a small girl on a wooden swing. She had my eyes. "Ruby... look at this," Nevan’s voice cracked from the other side of the room.

"You're good at drawing the details," "Thanks, I don't do commissioned stuff much but I'm between gigs so at least I get the chance to draw." Then I explained further when he looked like he was not following my explanation. "I drew my kills, and sell them on my website, hence the board, I need to put into consideration that one of my buyers might want me dead, hell, maybe it's one of my competitors though I doubt many artists are into my kind of drawing so at least I can scratch them out pretty quickly. I'll be starting on their list tomorrow." Nero was at my side and I rest my back to his chest, suddenly feeling comfortable with our closeness. It was weird but none of us move away from each

“He kept asking when you were coming back. The pictures are on the table.” We spent the next few hours in a happy bubble. I sat on the floor with Nevan while he showed me every single drawing he’d made — colorful scribbles of me, him, and “the big house with the pretty lights.” We built a new blanket fort together, bigger than the last one, using fairy lights and pillows. Inside our cozy cave, we played with his toy cars, racing them across the blanket while he told me all the stories he’d invented while I was gone.

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.

Nikini sat beside her and handed her the sketchbook. Emlin began flipping through the pages as Nikini sat there tugging at her fingers, nervously. This was the first time anyone has ever seen her drawings; not even Boris had seen these. She worried they might be a little too dark. She often drew what she felt, and her thoughts and feelings were often dark due to her constant unhappiness. She drew a lot about her childhood and drew some about her current life with Boris. She often drew herself and her many stages of emotions.

But the fairies did not succeed in cutting Venenata Negra. The other fairies died, but the subsequent drawings made me nervous. The dead faeries were resurrected and came back from the dead. But the drawing is different, you can tell they are faeries, but they have horns and long nails. It has a demonic symbol that represents these faeries are no longer good. No, I missed something. I went back to the drawings I had passed and there I saw that they had come to life because of Venenata Negra, but they were not the same as before.

He barely got up before Hank floored him with a swift kick. Peeking through the door's peephole, I sighed in relief. I had been worried Hank might struggle with just one good hand, but Adrian was hardly a challenge. I texted Hank. [Don't waste your time on Adrian. Just leave him out there to cool his heels.] Hank got the message and ducked into the next room, leaving Adrian alone outside, a solitary figure in the fading light.

In their homeworld of Triton, they lived in islets surrounded by a vast dark blue ocean that were occasionally disturbed by the storm that came from the grey cloudy skies. Here, however, was a desert that changes color depending on where the sun would stop at a given time. In the horizon, it would be purple. If the sun was at zenith point, it was light tan but when the sun sets and paved way for the moon to shine, it was green. The Solar ADF had grown on calling it 'Neon Desert', for some reason.