Ponyboy Curtis Drawing Novels & Stories

He unfolded it with surprising care before holding it out with both hands. "Look." I took the drawing from him, already smiling before my eyes had even settled on the page. The drawing showed four figures standing side by side on a grassy ground, all holding hands beneath an enormous tree. And on the grass was a brown basket and what looked like a picnic blanket. I smiled immediately. "You drew us having a picnic." Rowan beamed and I pointed to the littlest person in the drawing. "And is that your baby sister?" He nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“No. I’m trying real hard. By the way, thanks for the tech gig, I’m working the eight o’clock shift tomorrow.” Lizzy gave him a brief nod. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to this beef bazooka in private.” Curtis snickered as the two boys ambled away. Johnny folded his arms. “Beef bazooka, really?” Lizzy knelt down and tethered the pooch’s leash to the table leg. “I was going for Hulk Hogan, but that seemed mean, even coming from me.”

JC had actually made a drawing about sex and showed him what goes where, when, and how, it was stupid as he remembered it now but at that time he gulped every word, every animated drawing, and demonstration like gospel and he put them into practice once he got his opportunity and Danny loved every bit of it in the end. "What?" JC chuckled when he saw the faces the boy made as he thought back on those memories. "Nothing, you know it's funny now that I think of it but you pretty much ruined my innocence with those vivid drawings of yours." "Hey, I did no such thing!" JC denied. "Only what you asked." This had Louis laughing harder yet again and JC joined in, this caught Arthur's attention for

Then, I took care of myself and found something simple to wear before going out of the room. I went out to the balcony and there I found Kurt, sitting and drawing on a drawing board. Huh? Does he draw? Of course, I can recall when Bree told me not to touch one of his paintings back then. He turned and shot me a stare when he felt my presence. “You’re awake?” He asked and took his eyes back to the board. “Y…yeah” I stuttered a little, bedazzled at the beauty of the drawing. It was an image of a Garden – a beautiful one.

Kenzie walked quickly to Rose who had opened her arms wide. "How was your school today, Honey?" Rose picked up her beloved nephew and pulled a wheeled bag into the bicycle parking lot. "Today, Kenzie is drawing about landscapes." The boy got off Rose's arms and sat on the back of the bicycle. "Oh yeah? Nice picture?" Rose started pedaling after placing Kenzie's bag in the front basket. "Hold it okay." "Yeah. Kenzie got an eight." along the way the boy continued to chatter cheerfully, comforting Rose's heart.

Gratefully. "Did you work on anything?" asks Dane. "As in art homework?" I ask back. "Yeah." "I did the ten sketches, if that's what you're talking about," I say as I pull out my book. Opening it up to the page, I show him. "I like that one," says Dane as he points at one that I made of Rupert at his house. Rupert sits on the porch, and look out at the huge grassy yard. He sits resolutely and above is the sky and clouds drawn in wavy pencil lines.

“So, how are you finding Havermouth?” “Alright,” she shrugged a shoulder, her eyes on the sketch pad. It was Cameron that she drew, Rhett thought, the lines of chin and jaw were right, nose and eyes… If Cameron was made into a cartoon, that would be him, right down the fall of curl over his forehead. Obviously, he had made enough of an impression that the girl was sketching him. She saw Rhett looking, and closed her artbook, defensively, flushing. “It’s alright,” she repeated. “Quiet.”

Lucas stood by the apartment door. His eyes were fixed on the drawing in his hands. The empty space beside Naomi was no longer empty. A tall man stood there. A little boy stood between them, holding both their hands. Above the drawing, Leo had drawn a bright sun. Below it, in his neat handwriting, was one word. Lucas. Lucas could not speak. His throat became tight. He slowly looked up at Leo. "You drew this?" Leo nodded proudly. "Yes!"

"The new teachers will be very kind to you. No one will ever bully you again." Stanley buried his little face in the crook of my shoulder and gave a muffled "okay". After a moment, he said softly, "Daddy, I drew a picture for you." He handed me the piece of paper. There was a tree and three people on it—me, Stanley, and Carmen, whom he had barely seen since he was old enough to remember. The moment I saw the drawing, tears fell before I could stop them. "Daddy, why are you crying? Did I not draw it well?" Stanley wrapped his arms around mine.

Noah nods and approaches the guy. We take seats on a large sofa that the boy keeps here while he turns on the air conditioning and a little music while he starts to draw. The boy is quite professional in his work without paying too much attention to the conversation we are making. Finally, he approaches us with his sketchbook, revealing the wolf design in a linear format. "We'll add shadows and details like the ones they have here, but this is the basic design." Turning the page, he shows the enhanced version. Noah praises, "Damn, man, you've nailed it! It's so impressive, it's making me want to touch up my tattoo!" The boy chuckles at Noah's remark.