Sad Things To Draw Novels & Stories

A call to remind me that I was wasting away and I was no longer taking care of the things that really mattered to me. It's been less than five hours and I had already finished my first drawing and that was after I had been able to do two drawings yesterday. But the drawings were all filled with themes of sadness, frustration and confusion… especially frustration. Frustration at how I had been treated in the last few weeks. I needed to go out and clear my head. I opened my email to check for the few invites that were usually sent to me. I rarely attended events because I was too introverted to talk to anyone. Ever since my best friend had died some years back, it had been hard to reconnect wi

But this time… I didn’t draw the house. I didn’t draw the past. I turned to a clean page. And I just… sat there. Thinking. Feeling. What do I want now? Not what I lost. Not what hurt me. But what I want. My hand moved slowly. I started drawing Leo. His small face. His bright eyes. His soft smile. I added little lines around him… like light. Warm light. Then I drew myself beside him. Not far. Not outside. But close. Holding his hand.

Zach asked out of the blue, glancing at his side. I pouted, grabbing the paint brush. "No, I am still thinking. It's not relaxing, Zach, it's pressuring me.” He laughed softly. "Why don't you draw a butterfly? Try that way." "You know I am terrible at this, but I try," I said. A butterfly, hmmm... I formed the butterfly I wanted and imagined myself as if I were just creating a design for my clothes. When I was satisfied with my sketch using the black paint, I let it dry.

"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?"

I ask, walking to the table to peek at her painting, which is in bright, eye-catching colours. "Us," she tells me as I note two figures holding hands. They both have downturned mouths, a sigh of unhappiness, my thumb running over the paper, tracing her depiction of... depression. "Are they sad?" I ask. She nods, not saying yes, but I see in her eyes that she's depicting how she feels. She's always been well ahead in her drawings; she's been making these weird little stickmen for a few months now. But the sad face was a new one; she hadn't been doing mouths in any other form than a straight line before.

I did really become free. I smiled as I continued to check my drawings in the old sketchbook. I draw many things but the tone was dark and gloomy. The rabbit I drew was lost in a dark and sparse forest. A bear cub was crying alone in a cave. The flower was wilting and dying. The rocking chair was broken and could no longer be used. They were all expressions of my feelings. It was truly gloomy. When there were only a few pages left, the tone of my drawings changed.

“Understood.” “No. I mean it.” “I will be on your side, no questions, or I sleep on the couch.” “Good!” So I went back to my drawing. So far he had a big love heart with my name in it over his left peck. I had then drawn a really bad version of roses and vines around it to go with the ones on his arm. There were also ‘Don’t mess with Ada’, ‘Ada is queen’, ‘Ada forever’ as well and some daisies… well, my bad version of daisies. I really am not that good at drawing, but I try.

Master asks and I nod. "I'll be okay! We've painted the base colour so I can focus on the little animals," I say and Master sighs. "Okay but please sit on the chair," my dad says and I nod and roll my eyes. "I'll be okay!" My dad and Master start unpacking the huge flat box with the crib inside while I sit on my chair and organise my paints to paint a jungle mural on the wall. My first animal will be a tiger so I get orange to do my base colour.

My bags are packed, Mirabelle packed for me and right now she's asleep, she wanted to sleep early tonight to rest well for the trip. I close my math book and take a look at my art book, I hate art and this assignment is shitty, I can't fucking draw a tattoo design that I haven't seen before. I let out a sigh and begin doodling on my notepad, I want to draw something that showcases both evil and good like- The door to my bedroom crashes to the ground, revealing Adrian on the other side of it. I take off my headphones and look down at the door. I actually liked this door and I thought it was strong but I guess not.

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."