Sick Drawings Novels & Stories

And the first thing that caught my eye? The drawings. The first one was dark. Black scribbles, angry strokes all across the canvas like someone tried to scratch their pain into it. In the middle, a small girl drawn in thin red lines stood alone, facing a locked door. She had no eyes. Just emptiness on her face. The second was a mess of words, written over each other—"HELP," "ENOUGH," "WHY," "PLEASE"—scattered across a shape of a woman curled up, her back to the world.

The top is completely covered of papers, crayons and colored pencils. Sketches filled the papers. "Nico..." She whispered as she approached the desk, curiosity immediately replaced amusement when she saw the first drawing showed dinosaurs. “You are so obsessed with dinosaurs.” The second sheet still contained dinosaurs. The third one, Althea stopped. Wait. Althea thought gently as she reached for another sheet. That wasn't... She picked up the page and saw several circles and circles. The sheet has drawings of hallways and measurements. No. She corrected herself as her heartbeat slowed. Not measurements. Rooms.

From the floor, Toby suddenly wanders over holding one of his dinosaur drawings. “Mommy.” “What?” He lifts the paper toward me proudly. “This one is the annoying man.” I blink and take the drawing automatically. It’s a dinosaur in a suit with tiny angry eyebrows. Malachi immediately loses his composure laughing while Lilith nearly falls off the couch again. Even I choke out a laugh before I can stop myself. Arthur hears the noise through the phone. “What happened?” I stare at the drawing for another second. Then against my better judgment, I take a picture and send it to him. There’s silence on the line for three full seconds.

He leaned down, his hands gripping tight on my chair, trapping me. "The drawings," Chadwick murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "They are all naked men, Danny. Are you a pervert or like a psychotic stalker?" He didn't let me answer. He swallowed hard. "It's ...just art. I was just practicing..." Chadwick leaned even closer, his chest almost brushing mine. "Instead of obsessing over their naked bodies, be bold enough to confess your feelings, you little slut." The statement hit me hard. "Little slut? I asked. No! No, I am not even gay. I just love drawing. I swear."

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

'Okay, let me rephrase the question, why is it that most of your drawings have a sad touch to them? I shrugged again. 'Sad Art have the ability to elicit deep response to them. A sad poem, a sad movie, a sad drawing, they always elicit a very deep emotions from humans. Isn't that the whole idea of Art?' He was looking at me as if I had grown two heads, then he patted my shoulders. It was then we heard the bell signifying the end of the class. My mates trudged out and I was the last person to leave. When I was about to step out, Mr Adisa called my name

Remembering shouldn't be hard but expressing it will be. I think about the various things I have seen in my lifespan. Blood, bullets, pills, dead bodies. I could go on. Most of them aren't really suitable for this environment and explaining it will be impossible. What can I use? There's really nothing I can use that isn't somehow related to my past. Looking over at what Abe's doing, I see that he's drawing I think a scene of trees. Abe draws with these really thin and long lines, which makes his sketch look a lot like an animal's pelt. But I think that's what it is. And there's an outline of mountains in the background. Is that...Lonewood?

I have never been more embarrassed before an old woman like I was at that moment. After eating my fill with Aileen wondering if I would have enough space for breakfast, I rubbed my tummy and gazed at the papers stuck to the fridge. It was childish drawing's definitely from the children at the orphanage. One had a huge caricature drawing with a red crayon with a wrongly spelled Orian written at the bottom. The next was a drawing that had two caricatures, one slightly bigger than the other and it had Orian and Nexus written at the bottom. But I wasn't sure if Nexus drew this or the kids.

' Sesh cuts in, her eyes sparkling with envy and something much more disturbing, like darkness and despair. At that moment, Tammy realized she lost her friend. The person in front of her is not Sesh she knows so well. On the contrary, this maniacal girl with curly locks is nothing more than a victim of a dreadful disease. Thank you, Sesh, darling.' Luther intervenes, shifting his blind stare to her and caressing her cheek. Sesh welcomes his touch completely bewitched by his sickly authority. Watching the two of them so close together makes Tammy sick to her stomach and she can't help it but frown repulsed.

She shrugs and keeps coloring. I look down at her drawing. I took an introductory child psychology class last semester as part of the pediatrics program. I remember enough about it to suspect that this child is a little depressed. All of the pictures are made with dark neutrals of blacks, browns, and greys. There’s no color anywhere. Each drawing contains a solitary person standing alone, which I recall is a sign that indicates loneliness.