Sick Drawings Novels & Stories

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

“She deserves to die for taking my place! You were supposed to be mine!” Luca pulled a knife from his waistband, crouched down, and pressed the cold blade to her cheek. Helena instantly went silent. “You like pretending you’re sick, don’t you?” His voice turned low and vicious. “How about I make you truly paralyzed? Cut your tendons so you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. Oh wait...” He gave a chilling laugh. “Didn’t you love pretending to be in a coma? I can have the doctor pump you full of drugs so you really never wake up.”

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.

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Still here, I said softly. Eli made a small satisfied sound and leaned back against my chest and looked at the room from this new vantage point with the calm interest of someone who had upgraded their view and approved of the change. I looked at the drawings above the bed. Marker on paper in the bold oversaturated colours of someone who had been given a full set and had used all of them. Shapes that suggested things rather than depicting them. A large yellow circle that was probably the sun and possibly also a face. Several figures of varying sizes that may have been people or animals or both. What appeared to be a house. What appeared to be something flying.

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.

“ I need... “ I stared at her. She approached me, with a smile. “ Tell me, what can I do for you? “ I want something to entertain me... “ What for example? “ She leaned in, placing her lips close to mine. “ A paper and colored pencils, to pass the time. She walked away, surprised by the answer, I could see displeasure on her face. She left the room, looking like she had few friends. In a few minutes she comes back and hands me a pad with a set of colored pencils. “ Thank you, Mom. “ He said, feigning dementia, acting as if he saw my mother and also implying that he didn't care at all about her seductive look. She smiled cynically and left. I take a paper and pencil, start drawing, after the

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.