Percy Jackson Drawing Easy 소설 & 이야기

When he held up the notepad, it read: “Can we go to the beach?” Killian and I leaned in closer, our eyes fixed on the notepad as Ryker held it up. Beneath his simple request of *Can we go to the beach?*, he had sketched something in his careful, childlike strokes. The drawing showed three figures: one adult male, one adult female, and a small child between them, holding their hands. The sun shone brightly in the background, and the waves were drawn in soft, blue lines. For a moment, we both stared at the image, trying to decipher its meaning. Killian’s brow furrowed as he glanced from the notepad back to Ryker.

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

I told Steff to excuse me that I want to draw, she decided to follow me, so she could help when I needed any material. I had stood in front of my drawing board for about thirty minutes, yet nothing came to my mind, and the only thing I wanted to draw is a human. My mind snapped to him, yes HIM, I decided to draw him. I remembered his teristics, starting from his chiseled jaw to his sea green turquoise color of eyes, his tanned skin, his broad shoulders. Every one of his features, I remembered, I quickly started, I noticed Steff was watching me, but I didn't care tho, just needed to concentrate.

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

Victor stepped back just enough to appear as though he had only just arrived. Silas collided gently into his leg. “Victor!” Victor forced a warm smile. “Hey there, champion.” Silas held up the drawing proudly. “I made this.” Victor took the paper slowly. Three stick figures. A family. His gaze lingered on the third figure longer than necessary. “Very nice,” he said calmly. Silas pointed to the drawing. “I’m trying to figure out who this one is.” Victor’s smile held steady. “I see.” Silas nodded.

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.

She was so focused that her hair had fallen over her face. “Mom,” she called suddenly, holding up the page, “look.” I walked over slowly. Percy followed, wiping his hands on a towel. The drawing depicted four people, one slightly ahead, three following closely behind. “Who’s this?” Percy asked gently, pointing to the leading figure. “That’s Mom,” Iris declared proudly. “You can tell by her hair. Also, she walks fast.” “And the others?” She hesitated briefly. “The short one’s me,” she said. Then, after a small pause, she added, “And… the other short one is my friend.”

Perry gave us an exciting task: to draw our family portraits to give to our parents. I started drawing my house, my daddy, and me. My daddy is really tall, so I make sure to use my crayon to draw his black pants and shirt that Daddy wears most of the day. Hmm... what more can I draw? Oh yes, Daddy’s office bag. Yes! All done! “Let’s see what you’ve drawn! Cherry, would you show your drawing, dear?“ Mrs. Perry asked. The girl behind me nodded and proudly displayed her drawing with a big smile. “This is my dad, mom, my big brother Allen, and our dog Tai-tai,” she said.

Leo said, as if this settled something. Dante leaned back slightly in his chair, and she caught the change in his posture from across the room, the way the set of his shoulders shifted by just a fraction, something loosening that she had not seen loosen before. He was looking at Leo the way she sometimes caught him looking at things he hadn't expected to find interesting. "What do you do?" Dante asked. Leo blinked. "I'm five." "Five-year-olds do things." "I draw," Leo said. "Mostly dinosaurs. I can draw a T-rex from memory. Do you want to see?"

Her phone was still in her hand, the last words of Selena’s call echoing through her mind like a gunshot that hadn’t hit yet. He’s a target. A big one. Her eyes drifted back to the table, to where Pearl had left her half-finished lemonade beside a napkin covered in doodles. She stared at it absently. Then her gaze dropped. A corner of white paper peeked out from the side pocket of her bag. She reached for it. Unfolded it slowly. It was a drawing—crude, clumsy, and heartbreakingly earnest. Stick figures holding hands, coloured with uneven crayon strokes. A triangle of yellow meant to be the sun, a purple heart floating between them. Above each stick figure, names were scrawled in shaky letter