Starscream Drawing Novels & Stories

A few moments later, his rock painting was done and the painting he chose to have was a cartoon woman with a pair of wings on her back and underneath it, he wrote Sabrina Dravos. “I don’t think I need to explain the meaning of this rock. As you can see, the drawing in this rock represents you. For me, you are a beautiful angel. I love you so much and I want you to know that.” She was deeply touched by him and she wanted to do the same in the empty rock.

Stacy just sighed as she stared at her, Not bothering to disturb her, She brought out her Sketch pad and began to draw. " Am Done. Let's go! " Jemmy announced a few minutes later. When she didn't get any reply, she closed her books and removed her reading glasses before looking over at Stacy, and then she found that the latter was drawing. Being a super curious girl, she moved closer to the latter and pecked at what the latter was drawing. Jimmy couldn't help but gasp in amazement when she saw what the latter was drawing, the latter was drawing the picture of a Celebrity, one that is loved by them both, Billie Yves.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

Not a house, not yet, but the beginning of one. I set the phone aside and picked up Mera’s sketchbook from the table. The page she’d left open had a drawing of a spaceship again this time, it had three little stick figures inside. Two big ones, one small and all of them where smiling. I wasn’t sure if that meant anything but I wanted it to.

“Hey buddy! How are you?” He bit his lip, suddenly shy. "I'll miss you, Sister! Come back soon.” Before I could reply, he turned to Xeros and handed him something– more like, pushed something into his hand. Before we could ask anything, he darted away. Xeros carefully unfolded the paper, and I found myself peeking over his arm in curiosity. But never could have prepared me for what I found: it was a drawing , with me, Xeros and Adam. Adam had drawn himself smiling in the center, clutching both our hands as we ran through the rain and storms together.

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

Scribbles of stars above the figure’s head. “What’s this one called?” I asked gently. “‘Sky Fire.’ It’s what a superhero wears. She doesn’t fly. She just makes people feel better when they’re crying.” My throat thickened. I kissed his forehead and stared at the drawing long after he curled up in my lap, eyes drooping. Sky Fire.

Cassian replied with a stern face. The atmosphere turned lethal, and I sighed and shook my head. "Cassian." I called and glanced at me. "The meeting is over." My brother visibly forced himself to calm down, while Slade looked between us. Suddenly, his eyes darted to the desk, and he froze for a second as something caught his attention. It was the piece of paper that's placed near my laptop. The paper had a colourful drawing. Crayon figures standing beneath a bright yellow sun. That paper belonged to Ares Sterling. Written in uneven five-year-old handwriting at the bottom.

From absence. The way missing pieces ache before you even identify them. I moved slowly through the lantern field. The playful melody drifted between the trees again. Closer now. Familiar enough to hurt. Then I saw her. A little girl sat cross-legged beneath the largest lantern tree drawing stars across smooth stones with silver chalk. Dark curls tied messily with blue ribbon. Constellation marks glowing faintly across both hands like ink made from starlight. Maybe eight years old. Maybe younger. She hummed while drawing completely unaware of me standing there.

The air smelled like crayons and kid shampoo and that faint, indefinable pup‑scent that made her wolf settle even on the worst days. Luna was starfished across her little bed, one foot dangling out from under the blanket, wolf plush clamped under her chin. A new drawing lay on the nightstand, weighted by a plastic cup. Lyra picked it up carefully. Three wolves this time. One small, silver‑flecked, in the middle. One dark, teeth bared on the left—labeled, in wobbly letters, *mama*. One taller, with a crooked line for a leg and a big stick—labeled, painstakingly, *stoRm*.