Somme Sketcher Novels & Stories

I struggled to hold on. “Skye, help!” he cried out in utter panic, thrashing about, trying to gain a foothold. Cold sweat spread over my skin. My hands began to slip. “Stop fighting!” I yelled. “I can’t…get… Skye!” “Relax your body, Dresna!” My instruction penetrated his mind. I felt the pressure slacken. “Now secure a hand-hold.” My mind took control of his. “Use your laser.” Dresna gradually began to concentrate. I felt confident enough to glance down to see him lasering out a new hand-hold and securing himself. “Now relax,” I said out loud.

"As long as your heavy muscles keep working out hard on the ice rink, absolute zero wolves on the circuit would ever mistake your asset for being my biological father." Ada remains completely speechless over his coffee. COLLINS PARKER POV The exact fraction of a second breakfast fuel concludes, Ada displays the raw design sketches flat on the table for my eyes to analyze. One of the detailed drawings originated from the professional ring designer's office, while the other simple sketch was hand-drawn by Ada’s own claws. After studying both layout options on the paper, my hand ends up pointing directly to Ada’s custom drawing.

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

“He comes here everyday and whenever he leaves, he leaves a large tip on my name and even leaves the cutest gifts and sketches of me.” “Sketches?” Soren nods eagerly. “Yeah, sketches. They're the prettiest piece of art I've ever seen but he always leaves them with the madam and there's no scent on them but I think he's courting me,” “I think he is.” Ilya agrees. “It’s cute and if he can draw that perfectly, he has to be cute too. Maybe I'll finally find someone that will love me for me,” Soren beams with a sparkle of hope in his eyes.

My instinct spikes to check on it and my hunch is telling me that it's the same sketch I got 4 years ago! I'm shocked to see the sketch! It was the same as I got before and this time the sketch was not just one. "Where did you get this?" I asked them. Alison tried to hide it but it was too late Cali saw it. "Oh! That's Windle! The sketch was perfectly drawn in meticulous strokes. I can draw like this staring at that person for hours maybe but not so perfectly drawn like this. I want to have one of these 3D sketches!" Cali uttered amazed and in love with the drawing.

Theorone The dining hall remained quiet long after Sumi finished speaking. Not because there was nothing left to say. Because every word she had offered demanded careful thought. I remained standing beside the table, studying the rough sketch she'd managed to draw from memory onto a spare sheet of parchment. The lines were uneven. The circles representing towers were crooked. More than once she'd apologized for forgetting the exact distances between them. I didn't care about perfection. Memory was rarely perfect. Patterns were.

Noah replied to me and went offline. 💬 Okay. I will be counting on you A few minutes later, Noah sent me the rough sketch of the access card, and I transferred it to my AI image generation app. The AI brought out the perfect image of the sketch, and I was trying to create a sketch that I thought would look like the Goldbergs access card, only for me to discover that Noah turned the Goldbergs access card upside down to create the one he sent to me. I was so very happy about it that I rushed back into his direct message to compensate him.

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.

All of this comes in handy right now. Yeah right? Well, the photo is incredible but you will have to listen to what Alexander told us. Alexander is a sketch artist. And again Corrine's face turned curious. And I was certainly going to satisfy her curiosity.

Only then did she pack up her sketchboard. Jeremy leaned over, bringing his head quite close to hers. “Done?” “Mm.” Jeremy glanced at the sketch and raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. Although he knew she was very skilled, he had not expected her to draw so well. The sketch was lifelike and even added an air of charm to his persona. “Excellent work.” “It’s good so long as you like it, Mr. Tate.” “Penny, considering the favor I’ve done for you, two works seem a bit unfair, don’t you think?”