Pencil Easy Gangster Drawing Novels & Stories

The door closes behind him. Silence returns. I sit there for a moment, unmoving. Then I grab the sketchbook, flipping until I open the page. My gaze drifts over the eyes staring back at me. My fingers tighten around the pencil again. This time, I don’t hesitate. I drag the tip of it straight across the paper. Once. Twice. Again. Dark lines cut through the image, rough and deliberate, slicing through the careful detail. Ruining it. Destroying it. I stop only when the image is no longer recognizable.

I wanted to leave my mark too. “Hell yeah,” I whispered, shaking the can until it sang in my hand. I aimed the can at a blank canvas beside Carter’s red gang signature, and let the can do its thing. Quick, broad, and loud strokes painted my mind onto the wall, letting the world see my exact thoughts. When I finally eased my finger off the nozzle, a messy streak of letters and half-formed symbols bled across the wall. Carter let out a bark of laughter, nearly doubling over. “You’re so down bad,” he snorted, pointing at the crooked scrawl of Layla’s name.

The four of them were exchanging glances. He looked at his watch. “Time is up.” Daniela put down her pencil then looked around. The four boys also dropped their pencils. MUMMY, GO FIRST— Rocco. Daniela nodded then turned her drawing board. The four boys immediately applauded her. MUMMY'S DRAWING IS SO BEAUTIFUL— Leo. Daniela smiled then dropped hers. She drew a beautiful rose garden. Killian turned to Leo. “Your turn.” Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake.

“I took my sister you were sick. She made that for you.” Gianna turned to look at the hand drawn card that was propped up on the table. Gianna hadn’t really noticed it before, but now that she did, a smile broke on her face at the fairly well drawn figures drawn on the card. Gianna could pick herself out, along with Hana, and Salvador. And in all actuality, there were other characters, drawn almost in an anime style, that looked a little like Dante, and other members of Mariposa. It said everything about Sal’s dedication to Mariposa, that he’d let his sister around the other members.

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

He drew the jawline from memory, with clean bones and flayed skin. Then he moved on to another one, this time the figure had a bag over its head, ropes binding its wrists. He didn’t give them names. They were just shapes, bruises, positions he recognized. Even when he tried to take a break, his pencil kept moving. By the time he got to the fourth page, his fingers were sore. He had sketched a man nailed to a wall, skinless, with teeth scattered like loose screws below. Luca stared at it, blinked, and then set the pencil down as if it had burned him.

The way I'll never get to do. Because men like me don't get to be fathers. We're the monsters parents warn their children about. "Come on, Dénes," Peter says gently. "Let's let Mr. Sidorov get back to work." "But I want to show him my drawing!" The boy digs in his pocket and produces a folded piece of paper, crumpled from being carried around. He unfolds it carefully, revealing a crayon drawing of stick figures standing in front of a building. "This is you, and this is me, and this is Papa, and this is the restaurant!"

Saad niya habang hawak naman ngayon ang isa sa mga graphite drawing pencils na bigay niya. Nainis ako sa sinabi niya kaya magkasalubong ang kilay na binawi ko sa kanya ang drawing pencil na hawak niya. "Pumunta ka na nga lang duon sa harapan. Huwag kang malikot ah. Kundi hindi kita I-papaint." Pagbabanta ko pa sa kanya. He happily went in front of me and stood there smiling. "Is it okay here? What will I do?" .