Starscream Drawing Novels & Stories

And in the middle of it all, Celine had whipped cream on her elbow and a headache forming behind her eyes. That’s when Liam appeared at the counter, sliding a napkin toward her. “Emergency sketch request,” he said gravely. “Quick, draw me as a superhero.” She blinked at him. “I’m literally working.” “Fine, I’ll wait. But just so you know, I’d make an excellent Super Espresso Man.” She snorted. “You’d be Super Sleepy Man.” “Still heroic,” he said solemnly. She rolled her eyes but grabbed a pen during the next lull. Ten seconds later, she handed back the napkin.

Still, she could not stop looking toward it. At almost the same hour Leo sat cross legged on his bedroom floor working on his own picture. He drew Seraphina first. That part came easily. Then himself beside her.He hesitated longer after that. The third figure remained blank for several minutes. Finally, he drew a tall man.No face. Only height. Broad shoulders.One hand extended.Then he added something near the shoulder. A small star.Leo looked at it. He touched the mark unconsciously through his shirt. “Who are you?” he asked quietly.No answer came.

“And if there was, it doesn’t matter now.” He turned to me. “Liana?” I stepped forward, sliding my arm through his. “Liam’s waiting,” I said. “Let’s not keep him.” We walked away, leaving Charlotte red-faced and Eleanor fuming. In the east wing, Liam was awake, colouring. “Lia! Superhero!” Adrian crouched beside the bed, the cold melting away. “Hey, little man. What are we drawing today?” Liam held up the paper: a man in black with a cape, holding a woman’s hand, a little boy between them.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Vixen. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Vixen says, kissing her cheek.

My heart feels heavy. Claire is in her room, drawing. When she sees me, she smiles and holds up the paper. “Look, Mommy! I drew us. You, Daddy, Uncle Harvey, and me. All together.” In the drawing, the four of us are holding hands in front of the house. A yellow sun in the corner. And a bright star in the sky — Sirius. Tears rise again. I sit on the floor beside her and pull her into my lap, holding her tightly against me.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

I asked, trying to sound stern. "We made something!" Karin bounced on her heels. "For the battle!" Carl pulled something from behind his back. Papers. Crumpled and slightly torn, covered in crayon drawings. "Amulets!" he announced proudly. "For protection!" They thrust the papers into our hands before we could respond. I looked down at mine. It was a drawing of a wolf. Silver-white, like my wolf form. Surrounded by wobbly stars and what might have been hearts. Or possibly flowers. Hard to tell with five-year-old art.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

Shelves filled with stuffed animals, puzzles stacked neatly in a corner, art supplies spread across a small table. Tamera ran over to show him her drawings. “I made this yesterday!” Lance stared at the colorful paper. It was a drawing of two stick figures holding hands. One tall. One small. Above them she had drawn a crooked sun and written their names. Lance swallowed. “That’s… really good.” Tamera smiled proudly. Behind him, Ragnar stepped quietly into the room. Lance turned and looked at him. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Lance glanced back at the toys, the drawings, the warm house around them.