Roller Coaster Drawing Novels & Stories

Maybe afraid of enraging the old man. "If you want, I can just remove the interest." The old man took Maya's hand and kissed it. Her friend shook her hand off his hold. "Where should I sign?" The old man laughed again. She wanted to punch him but she stopped herself from doing so. She needs to stay calm for the sake of her friend. "Relax for a bit, my dear. The night is still young." She saw him signalling his subordinate to prepare the document. Then, he poured a whiskey on the two glasses at the table.

Asher said, poking my cheek afterwards. “And that is a carousel. And a horse themed merry go round and even a cotton candy stand!” He said pointing. “Woah. What about the Coaster rollers? I had heard someone talk about one of those before.” I sniffed, taking in the smell of sweet sweet sugar. “Coaster rollers?” Asher said, squinting his eyes. “Or, do you mean roller coaster?” He asked, looking at me. I pushed his nose. “Whatever. Something like that I guess. Can we go on that first?”

"Start with me." I looked at him. "What?" "Draw me." "You want me to draw you?" "Yes." "I've never drawn a person before." "Then start now." I picked up the pencil. Looked at Cole. Really looked at him. His gray eyes. His sharp jawline. His messy hair. I started drawing. An hour later, I had a sketch. It wasn't perfect. The proportions were off. The shading was wrong. But it looked like him. "That's amazing," Cole said.

The coaster blasted through the tracks at insane speeds, looping, twisting, and hurtling downward with breathtaking force. By the end, the challenger was laughing hysterically while his friend sat completely pale, gripping the seat like his life depended on it. "D-Did we just die?!" "No, but let’s go again!" Back with Mies and his family, the group had finally chosen their first ride—the Aether Sky Carousel, a floating carousel of beautifully sculpted air beasts that soared gracefully through the sky.

One of the attendants said, to bring back their attention to the roller coaster. They had finally got to the front of the line, and they were both a bit nervous, but they decided to go for it. The ride was thrilling and they both screamed with excitement as the coaster went up and down the track. When it was over, they were both exhilarated and couldn't stop smiling. Next, they decided to try some of the other rides. They went on the carousel, the ferris wheel, and the bumper cars. They laughed and screamed as they went on each ride, and the time flew by.

Jonah’s still at the table, drawing now instead of eating, his pencil moving in quick strokes across the page. I sit there with him for a few more minutes, neither of us saying anything, just existing in the same space while Mara’s music pounds through the walls from her room. Then he turns it around so I can see. I go still. It’s a drawing of a car. Not just any car. Two cars, actually, twisted together in the middle of the page like they’ve collided, metal crumpled and glass scattered everywhere. The lines are dark and heavy, pressed so hard into the paper in some places that it’s torn through.

Slowly the ride began to move, all three of them gripping their respective harnesses before the slow ride accelerated through challenging turns from climbing to sliding down. There wasn't a single person who didn't scream as the roller coaster whizzed by at breakneck speed, Allexin's fear becoming Mia's amusement, while Lynda felt her heart pound every time the roller coaster turned one hundred and eighty degrees, as if her heart wanted to escape during the challenging ride. After a few minutes of playing, the roller coaster stopped and the three of them disembarked with their bodies in a state of limbo, Allexin feeling both nauseous and dizzy, Mia seeing that, leaning back and laughing, tho

“I’ll take the pink unicorn, please.” The unicorn was massive, and I struggled to carry it as we moved on. Olly offered to hold it for me, but I noticed Kai watching, his gaze flickering between me and the prize. We wandered until we found the rollercoaster, its metal frame towering above us like some kind of monstrous beast. Its cars screamed past at breakneck speed, leaving behind a trail of wind and delighted shrieks. “This is it,” Olly said, practically vibrating with excitement. “The grand finale of the day.”