Sans Drawing Novels & Stories

"Th-Thank you, Kendrick." He nodded and backed away to eat his own meal away from her. As Twillow knelt and picked pieces off of the large portion, she pondered the writings. The illustration was repulsive and inaccurate save for the colors and the height proportions it depicted. Kendrick didn't look like that. Whomever drew it had obviously never seen Kendrick...or was merely embellishing the horror factor.

Well, I’m as clueless as they are. “It’s good to see that you have your materials now, Crystina. Welcome back to my class,” I smiled forcefully at her. She had told me not to step a foot in her class if I don’t have the materials and I don’t blame her. How am I supposed to take an art class without materials? “Today, we will be drawing the one person that impresses us the most. That one person that you respect a lot, I want you to draw them and no, it shouldn’t be someone sitting here in this class. I want you to work with your imagination,”

I'm sure my religious Russian mother would've had a heart attack if she knew what I was doing right now, but I couldn't be bothered enough to care. A blank canvas has unlimited possibilities. While we start out painting the perfect picture, things don't always go as planned. Our canvas got smudged along the way. We accidentally mixed the wrong colors, and some of the lines turned out jagged. At the end of it though, it's ours, and that's what makes it priceless.

ADDISON I drew the final line of the sketch, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I’d been so focused, so lost in the lines and structure of his form, that the rest of the world had just melted away and it was just both of us.

“I don’t know. I do a lot of things for no reason.” I glanced at him through the haze. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” He looked at me then really looked the curve of my jaw, my lips, my lashes. And then he asked, “Why’d you tell me to draw you?” I blinked. Smiled. “I don’t know. I guess… I do a lot of things for no reason too.” He smiled back. And that was it. No pressure. No flirting shoved into meaning. Just a moment — two people nursing their bruises in silence, smoke hanging between us like a secret

Weird! Susan didn’t stay quiet for long, though she no longer spoke about drawing . She changed the subject to something else as she chatted away. It was not an acceptable conversation but Mel paid attention anyways . "Mel" Khloe realized she had just used the short form of his name in her thoughts.

I was feeling kinda nervous. Even after a minute as I didn't look up at him, he opened his mouth. " Why are you drawing without looking at me ? You can't just draw any eyes. The eyes should look like me." " It will l..look like you.", I replied without looking up. He didn't reply anything but crossed his hands. After I finished the outline of the eyes, I had to look up to have a look at his eyebrows. His eyebrows are thick compared to that of Alex's.

The question is transparent and sweet in equal measure, and I find that I don't mind it at all. I say, "I'm not married." “Oh, I'll be glad to.” Charles rubs his hands together, an unconscious boyish gesture, and his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles. He sets up a new canvas and I watch him sketch. His hand moves with loose confidence. He has done this hundreds of times. I follow the lines as they accumulate, thinking the shape is familiar, feeling the recognition creep in slowly before it lands all at once. "Did you just draw me?"

Leo smiled as he shook his head and moved his arm that had been bandaged earlier, signaling to her that he was fine. Seeing that they still hadn’t finished their conversation, Melanie then turned around and entered the study that was connected to the room. The study was very neat and organized, just like Leo himself. There were quite a few drawings that attracted Melanie’s attention, and they were all of the same man; the man in the drawings had short hair, was slightly skinny, and had a strong and defined face. The person who had made the drawings was quite skilled. They used multiple colors to draw the man’s figure and hair, and the lines were all quite spirited. But strangely, none of th

I love you <3' I texted back and sent. Seconds later, she replied with, 'I love you too baby doll!! Hope you spend a great time with your family. Maybe one day you'll introduce this lonely lady to them.' 'Maybe one day.' I sent before putting my phone aside, grabbing a pencil and my sketch pad, suddenly in the mood to draw. Drawing was my escape from reality but then it became a passion or hobby however you call it. I was good, really good. I never once made it become a work, like tried to make money out of it. Thing is, I enjoy drawing but if I start to do it under pressure, I would not enjoy it and it sucks, really. And I definitely did not want to receive comments about my works.