Silly Drawings Novels & Stories

Shola sent with sick-looking emojis. "Ooh nooooo... Are you making fun of me !? But it makes sense little witch. When I'm able to make great drawings like you, I'll be able to boast of your pencils as my best teachers... I could put them up for auction if you like ! You naughty devil !" "Oh, I was just teasing you Fèmi, don't take it the wrong way. Of course I'll gladly offer you new pencils if that's what you want. I too started with small beginnings and today I haven't evolved that much either." Shola sent with emojis all red.

Nothing pulls me out of a weird mood faster than doodling. As we go through the scene for the umpteenth time, I find myself doing rough sketches of the men in front of me. None of my drawings ever look particularly realistic - my doodles have more of a cartoony, comic book style - but I'm pretty proud of how they turn out. Once I've done Omar and Mr. Grand, I move on to the person I really want to doodle - Orlando. I don't get him right the first time. Or the second. Or the third. At first I can't seem to get his hair right, but by the end it's his eyes that are giving me the most trouble. Nothing I draw can capture how startling and direct they are.

And I hoped she would understand. I stood and smiled at her. “Okay, let me go rest. I am very tired—don’t you dare make a dirty joke,” I warned when I saw the stupid smile growing on Sandra’s face. I knew her well enough to know that she was going to say something stupid. “I am tired because yesterday was long and I need enough rest for tomorrow.”

Solène’s smile never faded as she collected them, her eyes dropping to the drawing Katie had made. “What is this?” She asked gently, taking the drawings—bright colors, uneven shapes, familiar figures. “I’m still learning to draw people.” Katie said, scooting to Solene’s side. Then, one by one, she pointed at the figures on the paper Solene held on top. “This is Grandma, this is you, this is Mommy, and this is Uncle Atlas!” She said, proud of herself. Solène raised a brow. “That’s good. You almost got our faces right.” She laughed.

He pushed me away and laughed. “Did you draw these yourself?” he teased. My face was burning. I’d copied my old anatomy worksheets showing skeletons onto the pages, and I’d tried drawing myself over it. Problem was, I wasn’t very good at drawing, and it looked like a third grader had done it. Except for the face. I’d just taped a little picture of my face there. “Your thighs are juicier than this,” he said. “You know what? It was stupid to even try to do something for you!” I seethed.

I'm going to go deaf like this. “Children, don't yell like that, you might hurt your throats. “And my ear too. They nod. '' Then bring the drawings and put them on the table, because I'm going to look. They quickly start picking up their drawings and come over to me. '' While I'm watching, you can talk quietly, when I'm done here I'll make the call. '' Yes, Aunt Elisa! ’ They yell again and I roll my eyes. I start looking at the drawings, they may be little brats, but they are very smart and draw very well, that makes me happy. A few minutes pass and I sigh as I finish checking everything.

Jordan sat stiffly trying to maintain a straight face while the tiny girl draw him, he knew it was a recipe for disaster the moment he suggested it but there’s nothing wrong with letting her get the joy of drawing her famous director daddy. He was trying hard not to smile as she scrunched up her face and two colors were sticking out of her mouth, she was sketching furiously on the large sketch pad that has housed over hundred caricature drawings of both him, Amelia, and other nursing staff. Sometimes, the plants make it there or the lovely animals she met on her way back from a walk. It was June’s Guinness book of painted treasures and she and Amelia spent days trying to come up with the nam

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.

“You’re dangerously comfortable with that title.” “You’re just mad I reversed your draw-four,” he said, smug. Pearl cackled. “You two are both bad at this!” Pictionary followed, and Alex was horrifyingly bad at drawing. “What is that supposed to be?” Ava asked, squinting at a scribbled mess. “A giraffe. Duh.” “That looks like… a frying pan on stilts.” Pearl laughed so hard she rolled off her pillow. “I’m sorry,” Alex said, hand on his heart. “I didn’t major in animal portraiture.”