Sick Drawings Novels & Stories

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.

I said quietly, “the reason why I wanted you alive.” He looked at me warily. I handed him the drawings. They were uneven, crayon-colored, simple shapes of Blue’s artwork. He frowned slightly as he took them. “What is this?” “A child’s work.” He glanced down at the first page. A house colored entirely in mismatched shades. Windows labeled incorrectly. “What does this have to do with anything?” he asked, his eyes flicking up to mine. “Keep looking.” I said. He flipped to the next drawing. He stared longer this time and something in his expression shifted. His fingers traced one of the crayon strokes lightly.

he declared, scribbling on a piece of paper. I stood up, crawling to the edge of the bed, watching his work. Liam was drawing a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn. " That would make a good tattoo," I complimented his drawing. I couldn't deny that he was great at what he did, passion emanated from his eyes with every line, and even though it was just a sketch, it was better than most people could do with a lot of effort. " That's it, you passed the test. You'll get your shirt tomorrow," he winked at me.

"Drink. Slowly. Then listen. Because what I’m about to tell you will change everything." 10:10 AM. THE FIRST TRUTH* Zain opened the file. His hands were trembling too. "Look at this, Olivia. Ethan’s medical report from 6 months ago. Before he got 'sick'." He slid the paper over. Report: _No disease found. Healthy male, 27. All vitals normal._ Olivia stared at it. Her mind refused to understand. "What? But the doctor... the hospital... they said he has a rare heart condition..."

I didn't know yet how much I'd regret saying it out loud. Eli reached for my sleeve while I packed the blood pressure cuff away. "Do doctors ever get scared?" "Sometimes." "Even you?" "Especially me." I sat on the edge of his cot. "Being scared doesn't mean you stop working." He considered that with the particular seriousness of a seven-year-old filing away important information. Then he reached under his pillow and produced a folded piece of paper, corners soft from handling. "I drew something." I opened it. Stick figures, all smiling, one holding a syringe roughly the size of a house. Wolves underneath a lopsided yellow sun.

Drawing was becoming her favourite thing lately. Not because she was good at it. Because drawing felt quiet. Safer than talking. Safer than thinking. She sketched fields from memory. The farmhouse. The oak tree. Her father standing beside the fence. She always drew him smiling. Always. Daisy sat beside her colouring badly inside the lines. Very badly. Jessica looked over. "The sky isn't purple." Daisy looked offended. "It can be." "No it can't." "Can too." Jessica rolled her eyes.

What was she about to share? "My concern is for Oliver," Sophia said, her voice laced with a hint of worry as she handed me a handful of drawings. I took them from her, my eyes scanning each one with interest. At first, they were happy and vibrant, depicting our little family and his friends in joyful scenes. But as I delved deeper into the stack, the images shifted, and my heart began to sink. The last few drawings were disturbing.

That just seems sadistic in my opinion. And I have been told I was sadistic. Multiple times. Not judging more, I flipped to another page. This one is a drawing. A blackhole. I don’t know what makes them think anyone wouldn’t get the drawing. It was quite fucking clear. But there was a scribbling in bold letters that says, ‘The Black Hole’. I wanted to find the owner and give them a small upside for whatever shit this is. Seeing their taste for a gift though, nothing else should surprise me.

he said and I giggled. "I wanted to talk to you" he said and I smiled. "Let's talk then" I replied. "You're so beautiful" he said and my cheeks caught fire. "Thanks" We both sat down together and then, he caught sight of my sketch book. He grabbed it and I pouted. "I'm not very good at drawing" I said and he shook his head. "You're such a terrible liar" he said to me as he stared at the different things I'd drawn. "Woah...is that-" he stared at the drawing of his ankle art designs.

"It's missing both ears." I watch as he picks up the stick this time and makes on the sand, two medium sized 'c's on both sides of the drawing. We both tilt our heads to the left at the same time and stare at the drawing on the sand. One of the eyes are way bigger than the other and the nose seems to be falling out of proportion, the shape of the head looks like that of an amoeba while the ears he just drew isn't fully connected to the face. "I think it's phenomenal," He says.