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She ran back to the bedroom and returned with a sketchbook. The drawings were good—really good for a seven-year-old. Animals, mostly. A detailed cat, a dragon, a family of rabbits. "These are beautiful," I said honestly. "Do you like to draw?" "I love it. I want to be an artist when I grow up. Or maybe a scientist. Or both." She flipped through pages. "Maman says I can be anything I want." "Your maman is right." She stopped on a page near the end of the book. It was a drawing of two figures—a woman and a small girl holding hands. Above them, sketched lightly in pencil as if she'd been uncertain about including it, was a third figure. A man.

Another light flashed and another row of canvasses made appearance. Those are mine too. It was in my primary school,I drew some of them for my friends and a lot for Cayden since he never approved me as an artist. I drew more to prove him wrong. Another light and there is another row. Those are all the sketches from my highschool. There is my school, the man I hate the most with two horns, my favourite teacher, my favourite food and my crescent locket which is a birthday present from Cayden. I even drew my mother's death to always remember that it was me who is responsible for that. I drew Cayden's departure. His back is to me. He has a big trolley and a sling bag. I drew my mom's beautiful s

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

I put my phone on charge and went downstairs to join everyone. Lizzie came in running holding a paper, "Oly... look I made this at school today.." I saw a drawing of two sticks with heads and hands.. I smiled, "who are these skinny people? Don't they eat?" She laughed, "It's you and meeee.. my teacher said we should draw people we love and I drew you..." I picked her up and put her on my lap, "well when my teacher tells me to drow a person I love, I'll draw you and me too.. trust that little kitten.."

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

“Maybe this will help you stop fidgeting. It helps me.” Then he turned up the volume of the Ipod docking station before picking up his tattoo gun and diving back into work. I opened the sketchbook which wasn’t empty by the way. It had many designs, each one better than the last. Pictures of a skull covered in flowers, lady nurse, butterfly, orange orchard and many more drew my attention in so many ways. I finally found a blank space and started to draw, taking my mind off everything including the man sitting across me. Croix was still working so I decided to draw the bird I saw earlier flying over the water. I visualized the image in my head and I started drawing.

"Here, let me show you something. Not about power, but about life." He turned a page, and my gaze fell upon an intricate drawing. It wasn't of a wolf or a battle, but of a sprawling, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches reaching for the sky. Tiny, luminous specks of light seemed to drift from its leaves.

“I’m glad you said that.” Alec snapped his fingers and went into the closet. Coming back out, he had two massive pictures. Turning them around, they were my drawings from forever ago. One of was wolf’s head and the other was of a Bald Eagle. “These were huge favorite’s of mine from your sketch pad. I put them in a frame and would love to hang these.”

They were all pretty convincing. A big spiral-bound notebook made of drawing paper lay on the chair. I flipped through a few pages. Some had charcoal drawings made with angry looking strokes. Dark and rough, but still recognizable as fields and hills you’d find around here. Other pages had diagrams in pen with clusters of spidery notes. Prop guillotines and coffins with spring-loaded lids. But most of the pages had monsters. Some drawn, some cut from movie magazines and pasted in. Some were more Polaroids of James in makeup; others were ordinary pictures of people from advertisements or news stories. On those he’d painted open-throat wounds or gouged out eyes with pen.