Neon Drawings Novels & Stories

Rhiannon murmured to herself, then smiled again, "What do you draw? May I have a look? I'm sure I'm gonna like them," His lips quivered and he seemed to be thinking for a second before he turned open the pages. She stood behind him as he turned the pages open one by one, every page filled with an intricate, detailed drawing which had her eyes almost popping out. Did the Kid really draw all of this?! It was a literal artwork! The details were almost unreal, as if they had been generated with technology or something, but everything was drawn with the pencil he was holding. But most importantly, the drawings were odd.

she asks, he says yes, handing her some colors, she sat me on the ground next to her handing me all the new colors and paper. "You can color while mama works," she says letting me play while works, I drew her a pretty picture, using all the colors she gave me, they weren't crayons, these ones I could paint on my hands with them. I decided to decorate my hands the same way daddy has drawing on his body, I did pretty drawings getting busy with my day. "Neve, mama is almost done..." she says but stops halfway through, looking at me and my pretty drawings. "Nevie!" she says, looking at my hands, I have my sleeves up taking the drawings up my arms.

Right as he was caught up in his thoughts, Kelvin felt a little tug at his sleeve and quickly turn toward the children's safety beside him. Aiden had lifted his drawing board and turned towards Kelvin excitedly. On the blank, white canvas, he drew a man and a woman holding the hands of a young child between them. The skies were blue, the grass was green and the sun was golden yellow in color in the drawing; it was a beautiful sight to be held. When Kelvin saw this, he was stunned by what he had drawn. “Aiden! Do you want to have a mommy?

Or maybe he is struggling with the loss of someone close to him, or maybe he has terrible nightmares each night and is looking for an outlet…I’m truly reaching at this point. Perhaps some of these explanations would make perfect sense, if it weren’t for the uneasy feeling in my stomach. The drawings are just so...unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Is Noah really like this? I can’t imagine he would be, from the times I’ve met him, but how could I gauge from those small moments what he is truly like? He’s drawn demon like creatures emerging from a smudge of darkness. Each have eyes void of all feeling, of all mortal like tendencies. Dark hooked claws reach out, almost completely off the page, lik

Seeing her lying there looking sad somehow makes me forget that she called me a criminal. I don’t know how long I stand there, but somehow, I feel lighter. Resigned, I pull out my sketchbook and begin to draw. It’s a compulsion that I cannot resist. When I’m done, I appraise the drawing and take a deep breath. I feel drained yet energized at that the same time. My body is sweating as if I’ve run for miles, and my skin feels sensitive. All I can think about is walking across the street and kissing Nevaeh’s beautiful lips.

It’s a simple picture, the kind only a child could create—stick figures with bright splashes of color and hearts floating in the sky. “It looks beautiful, pet,” Neveah says warmly, her lips curving into a bittersweet smile. She reaches over, her hands steady, and helps Autumn tuck the paper gently into her box, nestling it between clothes and keepsakes. The scene tugs at my chest, an ache rising that I can barely contain. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I turn my head away, fighting to suppress the tears threatening to spill. The drawing was so innocent and full of love.

“The foundation is finally level.” I walked back to my drafting table. I picked up a fresh sheet of vellum. I didn’t draw a house for a client. I didn’t draw a community centre or a lighthouse. I drew a nursery. It was a room of circles and light. A room with windows that faced the morning sun. A room where no one would ever be a ghost. Toby stood behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. He looked at the drawing, a slow, beautiful smile spreading across his face.

Hayden wasn't the type to cry or wallow in sadness, but ever since he met Zenos, he kept on breaking his rules. “You cruel man. How can you leave like that? How can you leave us like that?” Hayden muttered with red eyes. . . Hayden looked at what he had just drawn, a beautiful wet-on-wet oil painting of his Zenos. Turns out he can also draw humans this well. On his first try, he really was so proud of himself! Hayden grinned wildly.

“We’re going to change some of Mr. Wayne’s dressings. Might be best to give us a few minutes.” Adrian winces at the formality. “I wish they’d just call me Adrian.” I stand. “We’ll be right outside.” Liam hops down from the chair and takes Penelope’s hand. “Can I show you my drawings?” She beams. “Of course.” We head to the small waiting area down the hall. Liam pulls out the same notebook and flips to a page filled with bold colors and little scribbles of stick people. “This one’s me and Daddy,” he says. “And this is Mommy.”

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment