Piggy Drawing Novels & Stories

“Who puts a turntable on a piano?” Bruce peeked into the drawing room and recoiled. “Grandfather’s portrait has abs. Sharpie ones.” David leaned in. “Upgrade.” They scrubbed. They hauled. They banished leftovers that might have achieved sentience. Kids competed for weirdest find. Trish won, raising neon fuzzy handcuffs glued to a pizza box. “I accept this trophy.” Outside, Charlie and Bambi power-washed the steps. “You missed a spot,” Bambi said. “No, I didn’t.”

Being around these kids made sense in a way nothing else did anymore. After reviewing each painting, I finally settled on a winner. "And the prize goes to... Emily!" A little girl with pigtails gasped. I handed her a small gift—a box of high-quality colored pencils. "For everyone else,” I announced, pulling out a bag of candies. "You all did an amazing job, so no one leaves empty-handed!" Excited cheers filled the room as I handed out the sweets. Thirty minutes later, parents began arriving, the room slowly emptying. I watched as each child was picked up, their faces lighting up at the sight of their parents.

I stuttered. "Hide and seek. And since you are the host, you will be the one who will find us. To make it exciting, the winner will win one of Hanwear limited edition bag. Game?" I'll swear I'll kill the first heir of HongYoonChoi after this party.

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.

I fasten my hand around his arm, to pull him away, but he has refused to budge. "Are you kidding me? I want to work hard for it!" He shrugs me off before digging his hands into his pocket and pulling out a five dollar bill. "Hey. What's the prize to get that elephant plushie?" He points. The lady takes the money from him and stuff it into her bra, "You must be a wizard, because it costs exactly five bucks. You have to pop exactly ten balloons with darts, you miss one? You have to start all over again. You get only ten darts at a time, and you will have to pay another three dollars to get five more darts."

We all noticed he had lost some weight and that he had a little less white hair, but that doesn't always mean you have three weeks left. After we ate everyone gathered for the celebration. Ron gave us the rules again for his game. When he gave the signal we all went to the tables and picked a package and came back to our seats. Then he would call on one person. That person could open the present they picked or trade someone for the present they picked and open that one. If they opened the present they picked they got to choose who was next. If they traded the person they traded with went next.

“What do I need to do to when that large black wolf?” “Well, that is one of our grand prizes. The objective of the game is to throw darts at the balloons and pop them. If you manage to pop twenty balloons in a row, you qualify for a grand prize. Don’t worry, there is a prize just for playing, even if you don’t hit a single one. We have key chains we give out to every person that tries.” “Let me get twenty then.” I felt excited, even though I had never thrown a single dart in my life.

She took off my cap and placed it back on my head. "Now I get to pick the prizes," she declared, gathering all our tickets and leading us to the counter. "We have 5000 tickets. I'm picking the prize," Willow grinned, while I rolled my eyes at her exaggerated celebration over a simple game. "Just in time, I'm about to close up. What will it be, young lady?" the man behind the counter asked. Willow scanned the counter, her eyes darting from one prize to another. "I want... those pairs of roller blades," she said, prompting the man behind the counter to arch a brow at her unusual request. If it were up to me, winning would mean cash, not roller blades.

Stanley said. “Alright. Indeed, I was surprised…” Xyla’s smile widened again. She would remember this gesture. Someday, she would surely return the favor a hundred times greater… Stanley didn’t speak any further. Instead, he silently opened his Weibo and wrote a post. “I’m adding another twenty million to the lucky draw… This time, two thousand people will be selected. Each person will receive ten thousand dollars. The rules will be the same as Josh’s lucky draw… On top of that, another sentence is to be added. Xyla Quest is the prettiest.”

I handed him the spider, knowing that he loved spiders for some reason. "Really? Thanks, Finn!" he grinned. "What are brother's for?" I asked. "Stop! My heart can't take it!" Hart piped in, dramatically. "Wait a minute, aren't we all brother's here? Shouldn't we all win each other prizes?" Van asked and suddenly, everyone was in a race to win the most prizes. I won Sally a huge dog and Tom won her a unicorn. Van and Hart won Eve and Keri another bear and a stuffed cat. Leo and Peter won Jake and Van teddy bears. Jake was declared the winner when he handed Layla a huge unicorn.