Silly Drawings 소설 & 이야기

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

There was dead silence for a couple of minutes until the entire class bursted out laughing. I picked it up quickly in embarrassment and hid it behind my back. People were laughing loudly, banging the desks and benches. Well, it wasn't that funny. I tried my best with the sketch, but things didn't go according to what I had planned initially. I only managed to draw a crooked circle, a wide 'U' shaped smile, a deep 'J' shaped nose and perfectly round, 'O' shaped eyes. "Which personality did you sketch?" Noah asked trying his best to keep a straight face. The entire class became silent to hear my answer. Somebody commented that it was Donald Trump and I glared at that girl.

Think damn fast. "Oh that," said Silas with a chuckle. "You have to pardon me, Valeria. Dimitri and I talk like this all the time, so it is a tough habit to break. The men I was referring to are my comic book characters. I was up all night making some new sketches for my new comic. I was simply bursting with ideas, you know, so that's why I want to get back to them now that the images are still fresh in my mind." "Oh." Valeria nodded slowly and seemed positively awed by him. "It must be great, being so creative." She laughed. "You even speak of your characters as if they were real people."

she whispered, I hardly heard her answer. I smiled gently “Unicorns are my favorite! Do you think I could draw one with you too?” For a moment Lilliana just stared at me. I could almost hear my heartbeat because of the silence of the room. Then without any word, she pushed a blank sheet of paper towards me along with crayons. I feel relieved after that cause I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

Eli sat at the table drawing something intense and detailed. “What’s that?” Dominic asked. “Our new family,” Eli said without looking up. Dominic set the plate down beside him. On the paper: Four figures. One tall. One slightly shorter. One small. One smaller still. All holding hands. The tallest one had an exaggerated straight line for a mouth. Dominic frowned. “Do I look that serious?” “Yes,” Eli answered simply. Lila entered moments later and slid into the chair beside them. She studied the drawing. “We look good,” she said.

Her lack of friends and the busy work schedule of her parents have made it easier for her to do her work with little to no disturbance. She began to draw the actual cartoon characters that she watched - Dora, Doraemon, and Spongebob. She was able to have them executed to perfection with every detail similar to the cartoon aired on television: the imperfect square of Spongebob, the quirkiness in Dora's facial expressions, and the joyful body of Doraemon came to life. Her drawings were in shades of gray. The lack of color did not hinder the characters from being well-drawn and made lively by just a simple touch of her pencil that was considered poor quality in creating an art piece. She had no

And tonight, her mind was unusually busy. The competition. The next round. Her future. Everything seemed to be changing little by little. Naomi picked up a stack of old sketchbooks. Most of them were filled with practice drawings. Faces. Buildings. Flowers. Random ideas. Years of work. Years of growth. She smiled as she flipped through them. Some drawings were good. Some were terrible. Very terrible. She laughed softly. "I really drew this?" The proportions were completely wrong. The eyes looked strange. The hands looked even worse.

"Show me a little." Logan looked at the drawing board and then back at Silas. Silas was not smiling but he wasn't being unpleasant either. It was just a simple request. Logan walked over to the drawing board and picked up one of the pencils. He stood there for a second thinking about what to draw. Then he just started. He drew a rough outline of a building first, something simple with clean edges. He worked slowly because he hadn't drawn in a while and his hand felt uncertain if he could do it.

That one stung. I brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “What are you drawing?” She hesitated, then flipped the page toward me. It was a sketch of three stick figures. One was tall with black hair, one with long brown hair, and one small in the middle holding both their hands. Ryan. Me. Her. My throat tightened. “That’s beautiful, Molly.” She shrugged. “I was bored.” Claire appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, that look on her face, the one that meant she’d been thinking about something serious.