Someone Drawing Novels & Stories

Her head was throbbing from the intense pushup. "Great…now jog in place," he lazily said. He was sitting across from her with a stick in his hand, sketching on the ground. He was horrible at drawing. Sketching what looks like the head of a monkey and the body of a boney fish with thin arms executed in a T position. Yes, he was sketching her with a bored expression. A yawn came out of his mouth. "When do I stop?" she tiredly said while jogging in place.

0087 ~Aria~ I looked down at the paper in my hands. It was folded twice, carelessly. I had opened it expecting something else. A note, maybe. Something work-related. It was a drawing. Pencil on plain paper. Simple, deliberate. The kind of drawing that takes focus, not training. A man. Tall, basic lines, but clearly a man the way children draw them. And beside him, holding his hand, a smaller figure. A child.

Since Neu didn't really understand about it, He just goes to his room. When he entered the room, Nimura saw a tool that he was holding. Nimura quickly asks him "So, you're going to draw?" Neu answers it by nodding his head. Then Neu started thinking about what he should draw, while Nimura was waiting for the result. The time he got an idea about it, he quickly draws it. Nimura was so shocked when he saw Neu's reaction when drawing. It seems like he were so serious about it. Nimura looked at how did he draw and it looks like he was a professional on it. So Nimura asks him "Hey, how long have you draw actually? I just wondering about this because we never talked about this."

he murmured, lowering his head and shifting his focus back to his crayons and paper. I looked at his drawing, and my chest tightened. He drew a smiling little boy. A red-haired woman was standing on the boy's right and someone he had just started drawing on the boy's left. I already suspected what he was drawing, but still, I asked, "So... who's in your picture?” He lifted his eyes to mine. “That's me and Mommy.” I swallowed and pointed at the partially drawn third shape. “And who's that?” He bit his lip and shrugged again, returning to his drawing.

The drawers were locked, but the center drawer slid open easily. Inside were the usual things: pens, paper clips, a calculator. But tucked in the very back, almost hidden, was a folded piece of paper. I pulled it out with trembling fingers. It was a child's drawing, done in crayon on construction paper. A stick figure house with a triangle roof, a yellow sun with jagged rays, and two stick figures holding hands. One was tall with brown hair, the other small with yellow curls. At the bottom, in a child's careful handwriting, was a signature: "Anna."

Adrian would throw a tantrum if he saw me in this position, so I stood and leaned against the door. He nodded enthusiastically. “This one has more details.” I took the drawing from him, my chest tightening in the softest way. It was another image of us again. Four figures this time. Adrian, me, Ollie… and a slightly bigger circle where the baby was. There were tiny lines now, little attempts at arms and legs. “It’s growing,” he explained seriously, pointing at the paper in my grip. “So I made it bigger.” “That’s very accurate,” I say, my voice gentler than I expect.

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.

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

The girl thought that scene in front of her was rather strange, a grown man kneeling on a floor rug with his business suit still on and hovering over a drawing board. “Give me red!.” He ordered again. She looked around the room wondering why no one was attending to him and then she realized that they were alone and he was talking to her. With shaky hands, she reached over to the table where a box of crayons was opened up, searching through it till she found the color he requested and handed it over to him. He snatched it away without looking up and continued with his drawing. The clock ticked continuously as its hands made their rounds.

Gratefully. "Did you work on anything?" asks Dane. "As in art homework?" I ask back. "Yeah." "I did the ten sketches, if that's what you're talking about," I say as I pull out my book. Opening it up to the page, I show him. "I like that one," says Dane as he points at one that I made of Rupert at his house. Rupert sits on the porch, and look out at the huge grassy yard. He sits resolutely and above is the sky and clouds drawn in wavy pencil lines.