Sans Drawing Novels & Stories

Alex nods calmly, “Okay, we still haven’t agreed on what to present though.” “Your drawings.” It seems like the perfect idea; his drawings are beautiful and well, original. “You can draw something that captures you, the part of you that no one sees.” Even me, I want to add, but I decide not to. I look at him, watching him watch me. “What’re you going to do?” Alex asks gently, I stare at the closed book.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Let’s just move onto the last one. Let’s draw pictures to represent our feelings about the relationship.” I sighed, wanting to argue, to tell him that he couldn’t just rush through these exercises like this. But, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, I nodded and agreed. “Okay. Last exercise.” However, not even ten minutes into the drawing exercise, Nathan tossed his pencil down. “This is absurd. Look at this, my drawing looks like a mess. What even is this?” I glanced at his paper; abstract lines and scribbles filled the page. Then I looked at mine: a half-finished sun, clouds, and something that vaguely resembled a bridge. “It’s not about the drawing, Nathan

I ended up with delicate silver swirls along my temples and cheekbones, while Isaac chose bold blue designs that highlighted his eyes in an annoyingly attractive way. “Now for the real fun,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a section of pavement that hadn’t been decorated yet. He bought us each a box of chalk, and we knelt on the ground side by side. “I have no idea what to draw,” I admitted, staring at the blank concrete. “Just let go,” Isaac suggested, already drawing a stick figure. “There are no rules.” No rules. What a concept.

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.

Sketchbook in hand, the pens and pencils neatly arranged, I felt the world narrow down to the lines I could draw and the stories I could tell. I sank into the chair and stared at the paper in front of me. The designs Dylan had explained were beautiful, but I didn’t want to just replicate them. I didn’t want to draw the models in their gowns, stiff and posed like they’d been told to forget everything except perfection. That wasn’t me. I wanted something alive, something that could tell a story without even needing words.

There goes his evil smile again! “Of course not! But, but…… only when there are people right.When there are people looking! Then…. then we don’t need physical contact where there’s non with us! Right?” “Well, yes. So don’t worry. I ain’t even attracted to you, you know?You’re not my type. It seems that you don’t know how to brush your hair, you don’t have a sense of fashion, well you do have. But it still doesn’t pass on my standards of a woman. I can say you’re pretty, but not quite. You’re a not so special woman.”

“You draw?” Nathan couldn’t believe his ears, this was the first time she was telling him this. “Of course, I just sketch when I am bored and all that….” Her voice trailed off when she realized what she just did. Vanessa was not a fan of art and now she said she draws? Maybe the universe was trying to punish her for lying to an innocent man. “I never knew you could draw Nessa” he was really surprised, “you didn’t mention it to me” “No, it’s not what you think. I am not really a fan of art, i just do it when I am bored”

“I’m sorry. I’m an Alpha. It’s in my nature, and despite everything, you’re still… my mate.” My cheeks heat a little at the reminder, but I shake my head again. “Get a grip on yourself next time. Ezra just wanted a portrait done to give to his girlfriend. If you consider that sexual, then you’ll be furious to find out that I drew fully nude men multiple times in college.” Arthur clears his throat. “You have?” I nod, glancing at him. “Yes. It’s common in figure drawing. It’s good to draw the body uninhibited by clothes, so that you can get a good grasp of the skeletal and muscular structure. I’ve drawn nude women, too.”

Adrian extended a hand to him. “No” “So it’s a nude picture then.” He shook his head. “No...what?” “So you guys did it?” Henry shook his head. “You’re weird Adrian” “Says the man drawing a nude picture of a woman in his office from memory...” Adrian leaned forward peering around. “Probably busted a nut or two...” “Get out" Adrian laughed. “Man you’re a goner for her but I am not gonna lie I love how she makes you feel...”

he paused, "impressions. The general shape of things. I am not even sure I can give you something accurate at all." I sat back, left completely speechless by the turn of events. "No photographs?" Cole interjected. "Nothing else that captured her?" "Nothing. Why would I capture a lady in distress?" Cole quickly shook his head. "I didn't mean that. I mean if you took pictures of the drawing...probably?" "Not at all. I didn't. I don't go around taking pictures of my drawings."