Sans Drawing Novels & Stories

She makes a sassy face and I chuckle . " Well it's important for .. " I open my bag and search for my notebook that is supposed to be for study notes but is actually my boredom doodle file . " Tada ~ " I finish off as I show her my drawing of Luigini's wife naked and his name written between her legs . Since I didn't know what she looked like I decided to make her faceless , only shading to provide her a proper structure . Kayla slaps her hand against her mouth in order to stifle her laughter . Her face turns slightly red from restricting herself .

Drawing would be a good way to kill time, and it would help her relax. Crystal smiled as she went into the living room. She sat on the couch, pulled out her book and a pen from the coffee table’s drawer, and began to draw. She had only been drawing for a short while, though, before the cut on the back of her hand split open. She bit her lower lip as searing pain ran up her brain. Luckily, the wound was covered, so she did not bleed on her book, but red roses pressed through the cotton. Fu*k it! - she thought, and she kept on drawing.

"Show me a little." Logan looked at the drawing board and then back at Silas. Silas was not smiling but he wasn't being unpleasant either. It was just a simple request. Logan walked over to the drawing board and picked up one of the pencils. He stood there for a second thinking about what to draw. Then he just started. He drew a rough outline of a building first, something simple with clean edges. He worked slowly because he hadn't drawn in a while and his hand felt uncertain if he could do it.

“Do you think it means something?” I hugged my knees. “I don’t know. But I think she’s real.” Rhett rubbed his eyes. “Could you give me a sketch or something?” I got out of bed, tiptoed over to the desk, and grabbed some paper and crayons. I didn’t talk—I just drew. Big swirly black veil. Hollow eyes. Long fingers. Long black dress. Rhett stared at it like he was studying a treasure map. “That’s... not normal,” he said.

Occasionally, Lilian would have to pick her work—only when no one else’s was usable—but it always came with a face. Emily had started getting the hang of menswear over the past couple weeks. Her sketches were sharper and cleaner. Lilian frowned, eyes snapping up at Emily. Her voice was sharp, annoyed. “WHY are you handing me hand-drawn sketches?” Emily blinked. “You didn’t specify we had to submit digital files.” “Look at this!” Lilian snapped, flinging the other team members’ designs across the desk. They scattered across the surface like confetti. “Everyone else did theirs digitally and printed them out. It’s 2020-something—WHO the hell still draws by hand?”

Because her heart was still trying to remember how to beat normally. --- Adriano closed the door to his study with a soft click. He didn’t turn on the light. The sunlight was enough. It slanted across his desk in long shadows, catching the edges of papers, a half-finished glass of scotch from the night before, and now — this. The drawing. He laid it carefully on the desk, as if it were made of glass. Three figures. A red heart. A purple bow. His brow furrowed as he stared at it, unmoving.

VANESSA My fingertips ghost over the delicate lines of the drawing in my lap, in awe of the painstaking detail that went into every stroke of the pencil to create it. It’s a depiction of me- like every other sketch in this book- and in this one, my eyes are the main feature, crinkled at the edges, a giveaway that I’m smiling even though my fists are tucked in front of my mouth to hide it. My hair frames my face in loose waves, every strand etched with such precision that you can see the movement in the drawing like it’s captured a moment in time.

he scoffs. “How are we starting it?” I ask both of them. Bringing out my jotter, and pen, I notice both of them looking at me like I have something weird on my face. “What?” “Why didn’t you bring your sketch pad?” Declan asks me? “I am going to do it later” I deadpan “Why can’t you do it now? You don’t want us to know how bad you are at drawing?” he scoffs. “Stop that” Oliver scolds him.