Sick Drawings Novels & Stories

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.

Devil said to him. " Ok, sweetheart no circles, I promise. Let's not disturb them and watch a movie." Devil smiled sweetly at me. " No, I don't want to watch it. " " C'mon... Don't be a spoilsport. See they are enjoying the movie. I told you I will not draw circles..." " I don't want you to draw anything. Ok ?? " " What the hell is going on... ? What are you doing? At least tell us what are you talking about?? And Vikram, why are you practising drawing?? Your drawing is very good, you have drawn so many diagrams during our medical college. "

Who knows if government officials decided to take me away to prick and poke me anyhow and do some mind control experiments on me? I noticed Ken on the field. He looked our direction and smiled when he saw Tiffany. Then frowned when he saw me. Wow. “What else have you been drawing.” I asked Tiffany. She turned to previous pages and showed me some of her art. There was all random stuff I could easily find on the internet, and luckily Tiffany labeled the drawings with dates and descriptions. Some had ‘dream’ written on the corner, others had ‘web’ written on them. “This one was kind of creepy.” Tiffany pointed to a drawing of an old man looking ill on a bed. The blanket was the only item colore

The sleek lace sticks to my pussy, and my wetness cements it to it. I slip on my high heels. A sick whore with a sick fantasy. All ready, I drop to my knees and draw from my imagination. No theme. No rules. Just me and my perverted thoughts. And a wild revelation at the end. So, I dare his fans to go a bit crazy, to fuck themselves as much as I did while throwing these dirty pieces together. One hand on my breast, and another mapping his image to life, I draw a man I should run away from. One stroke at a time, his fine athletic build comes to life. I leave the top area blank for his face, and go about polishing the body to perfection.

Her belly button was tucked inside the muscle and that's where the drawing stopped. May scrunched her nose. This drawing reminds her of someone. Someone she doesn't want to be reminded of, Bella. Her eyes shifted to the next drawing which she found to be the worst. A woman and man having sex. No, it looked like she was being raped cause her hands were tied. May's stomach churned. She felt uncomfortable. Why does he have such obscenities drawn in his room? The third and fourth drawings she loved, however. She thought the artist had done a wonderful job drawing a rose that looked like it was dying with its leaves dropping to the floor.

Grumbling, she tossed that page into the trash and started over. Thea had begun drawing seriously in elementary school. Her parents’ marriage had been crumbling, and her mother, Beatrice, had been struggling with untreated mental illness for years. Art had become a way to escape. She’d go to her room and draw for hours as she’d tried to ignore her parents’ fighting.

Why would I have such twisted thoughts suddenly? I shook the thoughts from my head, opening the notebook. The first thing I’ve noticed was the word ‘bitch’ , but a funny drawing captured my eyes, a laugh escaped my lips. “Andy can be childish sometimes” I mumbled, looking at the witch with green eyes and red hair she drew just below the word ‘bitch’. I started to turn pages, narrowing my eyes as I glanced at the sketches. This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem.

"I find them fascinating. '' I lied. It was one thing to allow him to go through my sketches and another to tell him I was attacked by these creatures and weirdly I couldn't seem to remember, at least not until recently. Psycho much. His eyes were on the drawings, and he flipped to the next page. It had a drawing of the man in flames that had rescued me that night from my death. "Niko" I called, his greenish-yellowish eyes found mine, something told me to keep my lips shut but this whole Asher situation was eating me up from the inside. "Do you believe in the supernatural?" His shocked gaze instantly told me I had outdone it this time. His eyes fell on the image before him. And something in

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.

“ Do you mean like a picture?” “ No, mail it to me from the post office right now,” he said sarcastically. “ Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes even though he could not see me. I flipped through my drawing pad searching for anything worth sharing. I settled for the drawing of a wolf that I had drawn and colored. It was of a white wolf and a dark-furred wolf in the forest. I took a picture of it and sent it to him. “ uh, did you get it?” “ wow…” he trailed off, and I could hear him trying to hold back his laughter