Sad Face Draw Novels & Stories

My eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Very funny Emilio" I slurred out annoyed. His wolf snickered and he shifted. Before me stood a God sculpted naked man. My face flushed red as I tried to look every where but him. "Aw Staz your face was priceless." He giggled pulling on some sweats. "Come on baby don't be so uptight, just submit to me." he stated dryly. I refused and he knew I refused to submit. He stepped closer when I didn't answer him causing me to back up to a tree as he kept advancing on me.

A smile waved across his face but quickly hid behind his ears when he noticed that he was still holding the drawing. He immediately crumpled it until it became hideous beyond recognition. David's pace slowed down just a little — he pressed his lips and gently cleared his throat, manoeuvring to brush off what he had just seen. He sat down with a squeal that pierced into Travis's ears, forcing him to nudge him, chuckling while holding onto the drawing.

he explained. I immediately sat down on my bed, feeling heavy with the pain. Connor lowered his head with the saddest look. His now shaggy hair hangs over his face, and though I'm hurting so badly, I want to hug him, to comfort him, loathing the sadness on his beautiful face. It hurts to be sad, but whenever I see someone who is, I just want to take it away, for no one should ever feel that way. "But I never lie to you, Amara, that you're mine. I love you and everything you loathe about yourself." His head turns to face me.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

I would wait till the end. It has been weeks since I have drawn someone's cartoon. Perhaps I only do it when I am sad and happy at the same time. This time, I want to draw a cartoon for Remo. The name alone brings calmness to me. I start from his head and then his round eyes.

"No, buddy. I'm good." He stared at me with those grey eyes — my eyes — in that unnerving way he had, like he could see straight through to whatever a person was actually feeling. "You look a little bit sad," he said. "Maybe a little bit," I said. "But when you're here it gets better." He thought about this seriously, then gave a small nod like that was a reasonable and acceptable answer, and turned back to pull a drawing out of his bag and present it to Bella with both hands.

She walked towards her desk, ” Good morning class, today I want you to draw or paint a self portrait. I let out an exasperated sigh, portraits are my least favourite thing to draw. My preferred medium of art is drawing so there’s no way that I am going to paint. I think I’ll do a charcoal drawing that way I can smudge away half the artwork to create my face. I take my drawing media out of my bag and take a piece of compressed charcoal and wrap the bottom half in a piece of tissue. I don’t want to get my entire hand full of charcoal… I’m not the biggest fan of getting my hands dirty. Using the piece of Ashrad paper that Miss Wellington gave out to the class I begin. I decide to start with one

“He is weird like that.” “I wanted to give it to Mr. Connell, if I gave him a portrait of Kayden smiling, it might help with his condition.” Crystal confess with quiet empathy, she was very worried for Mr. Connell. “I just can’t get it right, his face is always hard and he doesn’t smile, the only time he does is when he does something demeaning and I tried to draw that type of smile.” She swiped through the drawings and Petra laughed. “This smile would give Mr. Connell a heart attack.” She laughed even more. “Since you are doing this for Mr. Connell I think what you should do is make Mr. Smith sit down so you can do it properly.”

Sighing heavily, he continued drawing not wanting to divert his attention. Her cute egg-shaped eyes roamed around disturbing him to another level. Sanskar lifted his eyes from his drawing board and drifted it towards the side where the girl was standing. She was lost in the painting. Her priceless expression makes him giggle. She is indeed a cute bubbly girl and he is attracted for sure.

Lalisa looked at the character on the paper, a satirical drawing of Louis that she had drawn. This man, he couldn't escape being handsome. Lalisa looked at the character she drew for a while, then wrote down next to it the exaggerated personality traits: delusional, daring, easily angered, authoritative, a king. Then she poured all her dissatisfaction with Louis into the satirical drawing. From the moment Louis was born to now, his daily life was all arranged by her. She could vent her frustration with him however she wanted in her satirical drawing. After thinking about it, she felt satisfied.