Starscream Drawing Novels & Stories

but still held out her palms to her "Now look up at the stars" " ok, this is awkward" she faced up. "I'll draw the patterns I see on your palm, you look at the direction my fingers gonna go, okay?" "Okay, ready" Jemi lined through her hands, making patterns hoping she sees it "that's the Ursa major, big bear" Emma squinted then let out a loud squeal "I see it, I see it," Jemi smiled in satisfaction " look up again" she moved her fingers on her palms, tracing "that's Draco "

The pencil scratched the blank piece of A4 paper like a samurai sword and my hands crushed them into a new ball. Maybe I’m exhausted. I have been drawing for four hours straight, right after dinner. Guess I better turn in. If I yawned again, her royal highness would throw another thing at me and give me another set of stitches. The lights to my bedroom door went out and a pair of blue eyes were glowing from the window.

it was actually some cartoon character. "Spiderman and... What's it called again...." She trailed off trying to recall what the second one is. "SpongeBob..... Jasmine, you tend to forget my favorite cartoon" "Oh... It's really great Jace... Your drawing skills have greatly improved". She complimented. "Really Jasmine?" He asked, feeling excited. "Of course!" "I'm gonna make a promise, When I grow up and finally become an artist,,, I'm gonna make a family sketch of you, Uncle Liam, mummy Philla and daddy Theodore... it's gonna make a big family album"

My heart softens instantly. “Mama!” he yells, running to me as soon as I step out of the car. “Hey, bug,” I say, scooping him into a hug. “What’s that you’ve got there?” “My drawing!” Liam says proudly, unfolding it for me to see. It’s a colorful crayon picture of me, my parents, and Liam, all holding hands under a big yellow sun. But there’s an empty space on one side of the page.

There was no time to waste. Lyda rushed to work. She retrieved the last pages of Aunt Mara's book from under her mattress, tossing them aside until she found the one she was looking for. The hardened black substance on the parchment revealed a drawing consisting of a circle with a series of lines running inside it to form a six-armed star, the vertices of which pointed to six smaller circles around the edge of the large one. This was it. She remembered studying it briefly before Aunt Mara's book was destroyed, but now was the time to put her knowledge to the test.

Then I went to the kitchen table where Julie had left the drawings, weighted down with a crayon so they wouldn't slide, two pieces of paper in the particular bold lines of a four year old who doesn't yet know to doubt herself. The first was the dragon, which did look somewhat like a dog but had a convincingly fierce expression, and the second was a figure with long dark hair and a smaller figure on either side of her, all three of them holding hands, the sky above them full of yellow circles that might have been stars or might have been suns, Julie having not yet settled on the distinction. I sat down on the kitchen floor with my back against the cabinet, still in the dress, the premiere som

Her phone was still in her hand, the last words of Selena’s call echoing through her mind like a gunshot that hadn’t hit yet. He’s a target. A big one. Her eyes drifted back to the table, to where Pearl had left her half-finished lemonade beside a napkin covered in doodles. She stared at it absently. Then her gaze dropped. A corner of white paper peeked out from the side pocket of her bag. She reached for it. Unfolded it slowly. It was a drawing—crude, clumsy, and heartbreakingly earnest. Stick figures holding hands, coloured with uneven crayon strokes. A triangle of yellow meant to be the sun, a purple heart floating between them. Above each stick figure, names were scrawled in shaky letter

I tap play. Liam in a bright, spacious room,big window, stuffed animals on the shelf, Spider-Man poster on the wall. He’s propped on pillows, oxygen mask off for the moment, several lines still taped to his chest and one on his cheek. He’s coloring, slow strokes, tongue between his teeth in concentration. The nurse adjusts his blanket. He looks up at the camera, smiles weakly. “Hi Mommy. I drew you a picture. Come back soon.” The video ends.

That is him. That is a sketch of me. I was sitting in the field looking up at the stars with a smile on my face. Without realizing it, my right hand drew fine sketch lines, thousands of lines layered and added to create an exact replica of that night, the twinkling stars in the sky, the glowing fireflies in the background, the view from the trees in the forest in the distance, and myself with a happy look in my eyes. As I put the picture on the floor, my breath started to hitch, and Darren's eyes widened when he saw it.

Stella looked away a little guiltily, "I drew it on a whim. Since you don't allow me to have a pet dog, you're not even allowing me to draw one?" 'Stella had been to drawing classes before. Since Rainee had always been very attentive to her education, Stella had attended various classes in her childhood, such as drawing, dancing, piano, and flute. She had even gone to harp classes for two years. While she did not last long in her classes, she has great talent. She's considered a jack of all trades, a master of none. For instance, professionals may find her current drawing passable at most, but an average person would find it incredibly picturesque. The dog in the drawing, in particular, has