Pegasus Draw Novels & Stories

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Not a house, not yet, but the beginning of one. I set the phone aside and picked up Mera’s sketchbook from the table. The page she’d left open had a drawing of a spaceship again this time, it had three little stick figures inside. Two big ones, one small and all of them where smiling. I wasn’t sure if that meant anything but I wanted it to.

Furrowing his brow, he ventured, "A walrus?" "No... try again," Nyla urged. "Hippo? Elephant?" Damon guessed. After about ten more guesses, he was still wrong. Nyla's face darkened. She snatched the first drawing away. "Guess the second one." The second one was easier—it appeared to be a pair of feet.

Both Valeria and Mrs Shiella let out a gasp of surprise. "Goodness! You did?" "Hmm!" He opened the drawing, Valeria and Mrs Shiella couldn't help but peep at the book. Indeed, it was a drawing, a thin drawing with hands and feet, loosely drawn, the hair which was supposed to be grandma's looked like that of Medusa in Clash of the Titans. "Phew!" Valeria heaved silently so Fref wouldn't notice. "Wow... Is that really me?" Mrs Shiella asked, staring at the drawing with a crinkled nose.

she started giggling at my words, well she was not dumb enough to get fooled but I meant every single word of it. “What am I supposed to draw?” I questioned saving myself from the embarrassment and she looked up to think for a while. “Ummmm… draw mommy!” my lips jolted. Draw Aurora? Drawing is too mundane of a job for me to be bad at it, I can draw I believe but, Aurora is true goddess, if I mess her features up, I would hate my existence forever. “But then, you would need her photo, right?” she looked at in awe.

His hands, which were terrible and burly, were already beginning to appear. "What are the children?" asked Claire. "The first one is Pegasus. The other one is...” “What ?!” exclaimed Claire impatiently. Suddenly, Medusa's first child came out with a loud growl. His small body covered in blood in a few seconds grew bigger, it is way larger than Medusa. "Khrisaor ... a giant," Leon replied softly. Khrisaor walked towards them shouting loudly. His scream sent a strong wind blowing against Leon and Claire. Meanwhile, from Medusa's flowing blood, the blood suddenly clotted and flew into the air. Within a few seconds, Pegasus appeared with its white, shining wings.

Mercedes' POV “Can I see?” I asked Carter who shrieked and hud his paper behind his back. “Carter what's wrong? You've been drawing for hours, can I see?” I asked again but the little boy shook his head. “Why not?” I inquired. “I'm not yet done,” he replied. “Carter never shows me his drawings and he laughs at mine.” Penelope pouted as she rose her paper and showed me her drawing. There were four stickmen, two bigger ones on either side while two smaller ones stood in the middle smiling as they held their hands together.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

I hurried forward to pull Charlie back, as he seemed to be standing right where it was going to land. "It worked." Charlie smiled. "You made that?" I blinked, not surprised he did, but surprised he pulled it off barely seconds after realising the truth. "Emotions are merely the source of power, the ink in the pen." He stated, looking up at his creation. A beautiful black Pegasus trotted to a stop a few steps in front of us. It stood on its back legs, its wings blowing a violent gust of wind as it let out a loud cry that pricked my ears a little.

The one she had held while a transport confirmation loaded on Marcus's screen. The drawings that had come after — Eli's documentation of the life as it had been building. The facility from various angles. The courtyard in different seasons. Gerald in his habitat with accompanying observational notation. And now this one. Five figures and Gerald Junior and an arrow pointing toward everything that came after. She set it in the drawer with the others. She looked at the collection.