Samurai Jack Artwork Novels & Stories

It didn’t turn out right. It was supposed to be a dragon, but this piece of artwork looked more like a teddy bear gone seriously wrong than a dragon. Sakura Tanaka sighed with vexation as she put down the jug of hot milk. She’d just have to practice some more, she supposed. She placed the two cups of coffee onto an antique silver tray and turned to her two guests, brother and sister Luke and Jane Hamilton, who were waiting patiently for their hot drinks. “Sorry about that,” she said softly, placing the tray onto the coffee table before them. “My coffee art seems to have taken a turn for the worse recently.”

“A one-of-a-kind. Well, almost. I created two. One Jackson got, and one I stored as a reference to show people what my work is like. I will grab it.” He walks off out of the room. A few minutes later, he walks back in. The box looks brand new. Opening it, the exact same whip is there. “See, wolf on one side, kitten on the other and beast on the top. I remember doing this. He has some amazing ideas, Jackson. That is why I created two so people could see this and request similar. Not the same, though. He paid extra to make sure no one would have the same, so you may have it.”

“But we got many pictures to choose from. We got Wamutori, this guy, I also got a white beaver—” “Well, Jai, ‘this guy’—” Saburo pointed to the Boraria Hard Tusk picture. “—is dangerous. Next time, just go to the north farm. They’re free to take and were already tame.” Jai shrugged. “Alright. We got many pictures using the device. Maybe we can sell them to someone if we don’t need them? You know, for extra money.”

‘Shit,he caught me staring,’ I thought,diverting my eyes back to the painted canvas. He stepped to my side as we both stared, “Peace….it exudes a calm serene,” I replied. “And it's warm too. How do you know what it stood for?” His lips curled up in a smile, “I painted it,” he said. “I'm Jack Harrison,” he said, stretching his hands for a handshake. “Crystal Morgan,” I replied, returning the handshake as a few others came to chat with us.We exchanged complimentary cards before entering the hall to sit at our different tables.

Samantha quietly looked at her, her eyes dark and unclear. Yurika felt a shiver as she was scrutinized by that gaze. She had never seen such eyes before. Too sharp. It was like looking at a completely unfamiliar person. Why did Samantha look at her like this? Samantha noticed her expression and withdrew the scrutinizing gaze. She murmured, "My design draft was stolen by Suzy." Yurika was stunned, "What?" Samantha weakly said, "Today, Ellena not only invited me but also Suzy. It turned out both of us presented the same design draft. Hers was the original, and mine was copied."

"Thanks once again, Jordan." "If you have more, you can let me know, I'll come knocking on your door for it." Time can't explain how excited Samantha is for this good offer. She had almost abandoned the artwork but some thing tells her to bring it when Jordan requested for a sample of her work. She has promised herself never to listen to what any one says about her paintings. Though no one has ever condemned her work, except the day Leonard almost made her look like she has been wasting her time for the past few years of her life.

silhouettes that have adorned the mud flaps on semis for decades. The smurf was on hands and knees behind a bush. At one side of the bush her head and upper chest, suggesting a bit or cleavage, were peering out. The face looking very much like Rose with a "escaped with the cookie" smile. At the other end what looked like her bare bottom was sticking out because the bush was too small. The art was on both doors, with miniatures versions on the front and back. Sam had rigged a sort of NASA grade lo-jack and security system. Rose understood.

A floral piece that I had gifted him when he opened his art studio, hanging on the center wall. Mr. Jack had his back to me. And turned around to face me, saying, "I hope you are not considering taking that job, Scarlet," I can hear the concern in his voice, as he continued, "I advise you not to. That boy... Jacob, or whatever they call him, has ruined the lives of all his art tutors."

He himself was turned into an art work. Oscar and Em didn’t realize how much time had passed when Jack drew a final stroke and placed the brush in the cup that was filled with clean water. And now no one could recognize the color of it. "Hmmmmm". Jack covered the aisle with the sheet and turned with a satisfied smile and jolted in surprise. "When did you come"? Oscar scoffed. "Seriously Jack. I and Em were sitting here like statues, not even breathing loud not to distract you. And then it’s you asking, when we came". He said and Jack smiled sheepishly.

It was nearly impossible to locate a suitable replacement wolf whose winter schedule was completely empty on such short notice, even if they used Sam’s legendary name to summon candidates. Right then, a striking face that perfectly resembled the original comic book warrior drawings pops directly into Sam’s artistic mind. His old eyes light up with a sudden, massive fire. "I have the perfect wolf in mind!" he screams out. He dashes straight out of the canvas tent doors at a full sprint. "Hey, Master Sleight! Who the hell are your old legs talking about?" Jerry yells, running out into the grass right after his shadow. That was the absolute first time in ten winter cycles he had ever seen the o