Passionate Drawings の小説・ストーリー

he said, opening his portfolio and pulling out a stack of older drawings. "These are from before I understood what you're talking about - technically good, I suppose, but they're missing something." He laid the drawings out on the bench beside them - landscapes, portraits, still lifes. They were skillfully done, with perfect perspective and careful attention to detail, but there was indeed something missing. They looked like copies of the world, not interpretations of it. "Then I met you," he continued, pulling out a fresh sheet of paper and beginning to draw quickly, confidently.

“It’s not that I don’t earn enough from working for you. It’s just that I still need to feel the fulfillment of what I really love to do and continue my passion. I don’t want this skill to die or be forgotten just because I have other things I should primarily prioritize. As long as it’s not disrupting my work for Wynnfor, I must always find time to draw because it’s my comfort, my calm, and even my escape from hectic reality.” From that, he didn’t speak anything any longer and did not give a comment or contradictory words to start an argument. I just saw that his face, at least very suddenly, softened by what I said. Yes, it was so true. I wasn’t lying. Drawing is my passion and pastime, an

Hopefully, that was what Hayden drew today. Hayden paused and lowered his head while rubbing his nape. He looked resistant, but they all stared at him with a wronged expression as if saying, 'We've all shown you our drawings; you can't hide yours from us' which made him sigh and decide to show them his drawing; it wouldn't hurt anyway. 'Hayden drew a man.' Their boiling excitement and curiosity cooled down immediately. And they sat back in their chairs—in disappointment—upon seeing the drawing.

Blaze’s breasts strained upward, and he could see her ribs expand and contract with every breath. Once again, Fabien was hopelessly torn between admiring her skill, wanting to capture her perfection on paper, and needing to touch her so badly his groin was aching with it. ‘Start drawing, you moron. You know very well that is going to be like this all morning. The sooner this painful session is over, the sooner you can have your sanity back.’ Holding his pencil in a death grip, Fabien started to sketch. An hour later, he’d captured a dozen poses and sustained a hard-on for longer than he’d thought was humanly possible.

The movement caught his attention as those burning golden eyes dived back into mine forest green ones. "Emotions. I like to draw emotions. It made me feel close to the person. Helps me cherish them for as long as I can. Crinkling of beautiful eyes paired with red heart shaped lips curving into a smile similar to the cupid's bow. A smile which lights up the whole canvas more then the mingling of all colors could do. Thick, dark black eyelashes curtained over her eyes, as if hiding her passion from her admirer. The light coloured strands, so soft and silky that one wouldn't mind getting tangled in while taking their last breath. An enchanted beauty which spread cold through every fiber of you

I love you <3' I texted back and sent. Seconds later, she replied with, 'I love you too baby doll!! Hope you spend a great time with your family. Maybe one day you'll introduce this lonely lady to them.' 'Maybe one day.' I sent before putting my phone aside, grabbing a pencil and my sketch pad, suddenly in the mood to draw. Drawing was my escape from reality but then it became a passion or hobby however you call it. I was good, really good. I never once made it become a work, like tried to make money out of it. Thing is, I enjoy drawing but if I start to do it under pressure, I would not enjoy it and it sucks, really. And I definitely did not want to receive comments about my works.

How to win her back. He picked up the small sketch from his desk, worn at the edges from years of use. It was one of Christine’s earliest works for her new designs at DreamSpace it was the first design drawings she had ever imagined. Pencil lines were slightly smudged, erased areas faintly visible, marks of effort, thought, and youthful determination. Adrian traced one line with his thumb, feeling the indentations in the paper, almost feeling the presence of her hands shaping her dreams.

Beside the paper and pen lay a thin box with a set of graphic pencils. A drawing kit? I opened the pad immediately and began to draw, the dream pouring through me like water down a cliff. It was vivid and fast, my fingers moving on instinct and guided by the memory that wad etched into my mind. The dizzying swirl of numbers, the images in the holographic screens, the massive glowing codes. I drew it as perfectly as I could, adding the faces of my children. After several minutes, I felt no more inspiration coming, so I sat back and stared at the sketch. My fingers had gone sore, my breathing a bit shallow.

It wasn't until she sat back, surveying her work with a critical eye, that he realized what she'd drawn. The greenhouse. His mother's greenhouse. The Vitalis Radix plants in careful detail. The way light filtered through the glass. The sense of sanctuary and hope and desperate longing. She'd captured it all. Had poured her own emotion into the drawing....the longing, the desperation, the impossible desire for something just out of reach. "It's beautiful," he said quietly. She startled, seeming to have forgotten he was there. "It's just a quick sketch. Nothing special." "It's everything." He moved closer, studying the drawing. "You've captured not just what it looks like, but what it feels li

Every now and then, she had her hand covering, clutching. Fuck it, because I couldn’t even tell what part of Debbie was worth covering. Like, this girl is so perfect she could make an impotent man have a hard-on! “Relax, Debbie…” I called, even though I was far away from being relaxed myself. My body was already heated up. Heat of sensations flowing free under my skin. With every movement of my hand, every stroke of the pencil, every line that I drew, my blood pumped harder, faster, running heated in my veins.