Pegasus Draw Novels & Stories

The web with all its nodes. Things that give are more durable than things that take. “Yes,” she said. “I accept.” I stood up. “I will talk to Nyx,” I said. “She will reach out about the documentation process.” “All right,” she said. I went to the door. At the threshold I stopped. “The drawing,” I said. “Calla’s.” “Yes?” “She can feel individual presences in the web,” I said. “She drew ninety seven distinct figures in the October drawing. Each one different.”

Tiana reached out; Pascal took her hand, squeezing tight. “How was school?” she asked. “Good,” he said. “We learned about planets today. And I drew a rainbow for you. It’s on my desk.” Tiana glanced at the desk, sure enough, a colorful drawing of a bright rainbow arching over a green hill, with seven vivid stripes and little yellow stars scattered around it like happy sprinkles. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” Pascal beamed, “I made the purple extra bright because purple is your favorite, right?”

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.

Various drawings of himself playing with other pups, drawings of the two of us with the rest of the pack, drawings of the two of us as a family with a faceless father figure, and finally, a drawing of a pack with a lone pup standing off to the side with drooped ears and a hanging tail. I looked up at Meghan, blinked a couple of times, and then had to swallow the growing lump in my throat. "What are these?" I asked the question already knowing the answer. Meghan only shrugged. "Why haven't I seen them before? Why hasn't Tate shown them to me? He shows me everything..." "I found them in the back of his desk drawer when I was looking for some of his crayons. He's been hiding them." I looked dow

Wake up so we can play. "Mommy, do you think Emory will like this one?" He held up a drawing of a T-Rex and a pterodactyl flying together through a starry sky. "It's us. I'm the T-Rex. She's the pterodactyl. We're having an adventure." Clara, who had just emerged from Emory's room to refill her coffee, knelt down beside him. "It's beautiful, baby. She's going to love it."