Scream Drawings Novels & Stories

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

’ he screamed ,sobbing and tossing on his bed. Craig Fuller had had a harrowing experience on reading about Raina’s death. Worst of all, was his inability to go offer his condolences in fear of her mother; Nancy Drew was a tigeress and hated him on sight.Their first meeting left him in no doubt that she viewed him as nothing but scum. He could only read the papers and sob hysterically, blinding himself with alcohol. His days had dragged on endlessly and uneventfully. He could not his condolences extend for fear of appraisal. Patrick and Nancy had made it clear that whatever relationship he had with Raina was inexistent. Scums of the earth like him should search for their equals and leave th

Never let dogs smell fear! The hungry look on these men’s faces as their eyes run over my practically naked body makes it obvious that they smell my fear, and they fucking love it. I look around the room, thinking that I’ve never seen so much leather, facial hair, and tattoos in such a small space. I try to find a friendly face, but they’re all looking at me like they want to bend me over the nearest table and fuck the living hell out of me.

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.

I scream, unable to move or run; I just scream. She laughs crazily. "I like it when they scream. No one is home; no one is coming to save you. That is why I chose this moment as perfect for my revenge plan. She redraws a knife from her dress, a bloodied, rusted knife that looks like it carried the infection of the centuries on it. Is she a serial killer?

Half-finished profiles, small studies of my mouth, my knuckles. He didn't just draw my hands. He drew the veins on my forearm. He drew the calluses on my fingers. He drew the scar on my left palm. I feel something in my chest lurch. This isn't a sketch book. It's an obsession, and I’m so here for it. I flip a page and my breath stills in my throat. It’s me, drawn from the side, on my knees. My head is bowed, my hands clasped behind my back. It’s not last night. It’s from a drill. But the focus he’s captured is all sex. The tension in my spine, the line of my ass.

I breathed your air. "Clear the rooms," Liam barked into his phone, his security team finally responding. "I want a full sweep. Now!" Aurora walked to the coffee table. Next to the nightlight was a piece of paper. It was a drawing. Not one of Ethan’s. It was a crude, black marker sketch. It showed three stick figures. A man. A woman. A boy. But the boy... the boy was crossed out with a thick, red X. Aurora felt the room spin. She grabbed the edge of the table.

She nods at me and tells me to continue "After I got that feeling, I started looking around me. I didn't see anything so I continued walking but I was more cautious. After a while, the feeling intensified and I stopped walking and look everywhere for the source of the feeling. I looked up and there it was, the figure in that drawing. I couldn't see anything except the face, no eyes just a mouth but you can feel as though it is staring right through you. I stop talking to gather my thoughts, I look towards the notebook on the bed and back at Brittany. She can see the uneasiness in my eyes and face. "After about 10 seconds of me and that thing looking at each other, its mouth opened and let ou

"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.

Trembling with fear, Lilian stood at the entrance of the bedroom, unable to move, and watched as two naked men appeared out of nowhere. The two men were tied back-to-back with nylon ropes. Their clothes were thrown aside, and a section of their hair was shaved bald, which looked ridiculously funny. Their mouths were taped shut, and their faces were drawn with various cartoon characters - SpongeBob SquarePants, Doraemon, Snoopy, Mickey Mouse - and there were also drawings of hamburgers, ice cream, and dresses... How did someone manage to draw so many patterns on their faces? How did the artist come up with so many childish designs?