Saebyeok Drawing Novels & Stories

"Sophie also said you wear black a lot and don't smile much." “Sophie gasped. "Keira!" "What?" Keira giggled, handing over the drawing. "He kinda does." Bryce unfolded the sketch and blinked. Stick figure. Suit. Giant eyebrows. Straight-line mouth. The drawing was terrible and looked quite funny. Bryce loved it, however. "This is... incredible." "I know," Keira beamed with pride. And then, without thinking, Bryce reached into his folder and pulled out the sketch of her. The real one. The one that had haunted him.

Stefany opened the box and took out her painting equipment: pencils, erasers, and a sketchbook. Carefully, Stefany began to draw. Her first stroke was a vast wheat field, blown by the autumn wind. She then added the figures of a young man and a girl running in the middle of the field, depicting herself and Daniel. Every detail was done with love, from the smiles on their faces to the way the wind moved their hair. Stefany stopped for a moment, looking at her almost finished sketch. "Daniel will definitely like this," she murmured softly with a smile. She continued drawing until the sketch was completely finished.

She walked up to them and laughed out; they looked as if they were made by some kid. There were many such drawings carefully framed and decorated on the wall; there were drawings of mountains, houses, something that looked like elephant, flowers and apple. Bee was a brilliant artist and couldn't stop herself from criticizing them. She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?"

Chang Minsu sat on the opposite seat. "Anime mostly, but I like to draw portraits, though no one ever wants to hold still long enough for me to do that." "Really, do you have any with you?" Chang Minsu leaned over and lifted something out of the bag he carried. "Just these. They're not very good, but…" Chang Minsu dropped off as Hae Jae-Woo took the red art book and flipped through the pages. Hae Jae-Woo slowed down after a few pages and stared intently at the pictures.

--- That night, rain began to fall again — not the violent storms of their missions, but a slow, soothing drizzle that painted the city in silver. Soo-ah sat by the window, her sketchbook open. She hadn’t drawn in years, not since before her first deployment. Now, the pencil moved hesitantly across the page — rooftops, lanterns, the curve of the river, the faint suggestion of a man standing beside her. Sang-woo entered quietly, drying his hair with a towel. “You draw?” She looked up, a little startled. “Used to.” He smiled. “You’re good.”

"What's it, sweetie?" Saben pushed the paper in her face. "Look! I did this for you! Sabrina took the paper, her heart softening at the sight. It was a drawing of their family—stick figures with big smiles, holding hands. Above them was a bright yellow sun, and beside them was a dog that Saben often talked about wanting. “It’s beautiful, Saben,” Sabrina said, pulling him into a hug. “You’re such a talented artist!” Benedict walked over and crouched beside them, ruffling Saben's hair to give him an occasional genuine but rare smile. "You did this all on your own, buddy?"

Molly called Sawyer softly. Sawyer turned around and smiled faintly after seeing her. "Hey, Molly." Molly approached him with a smile and asked, "Brother, what are you drawing?" "Nothing much. Just some flowers and plants for me to practice with," Sawyer said casually. However, when Molly shifted her gaze to the drawing on the artboard, she thought to herself, 'Sawyer's skill is simply out of this world!' There was a gorgeous morning sun shining above the flowers and trees in the backyard. His drawing looked so exquisite and lifelike!

"Mommy! See I drew this." Sweety showed me her drawing. “What baby?” I bought the book from her hand and was astonished by seeing her drawing skills. "Wow!! It's beautiful." I was mesmerized by the beauty of her drawing. "Baby, did you draw this?" I asked once again to confirm whether I heard her correctly. "Yeah!!!" She shook her head excitedly. I drew my hand over the picture, an unknown smile grew on my face. She painted of her, her daddy, and her mommy with Swollen stomach. It seems real as I can see our future through this.

Sawyer admired that in him. "Mommy! Look I at this!" exclaims Shelly as she comes leaping in the kitchen. She hands Sawyer a piece of paper with a doodle on it. "What is this?" Sawyer asks smiling. "I made you a drawing" she says proudly. "Oh I see. Tell me what did you make?" asks Sawyer. "This is you. Then me here in the middle" says Shelly. There was a man with them and a dog now. "So who is this man?" wonders Sawyer.

"Okay ma'am, I will." It was when Mrs. Kim left the room did Jaesung audibly exhale. He kept the sketch book in his drawer, the same one with the sketch of an eye enclosed in a heart, then brought out another one. He was smiling when he sat beside Yihai, opening the book and giving it to him. Yihai looked through the book. It started from very amateur stick figures that had writings like "me and mum", with shaky too-colorful paintings. Then as he kept turning the pages, they grew more detailed and realistic.