Stories Drawing Novels & Stories

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

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.

Enjoy! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

he called, his arms stretched wide. Tasha bent down and scooped him up into a hug, kissing his forehead. "Hey, sweetie! How was school today?" Ethan grinned. "It was good! Miss Caroline gave us a story about a dragon, and I drew you a picture!" Tasha smiled warmly as Ethan rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a crumpled drawing of a colorful dragon breathing fire. "That’s amazing, Ethan. I’ll put it on the fridge when we get home."

"Because I like it." Santiago replied as he strode into the studio. Then, he picked up a pen and doodled on a piece of blank drawing paper. Raeleigh followed him inside and watched him for a moment, confused with what was going on. After a short while, he set the pen and paper aside. She stared at the scribbles on the paper and noticed a few intertwined characters. The characters joined together and formed an abstract painting. Bemused, she held up the drawing and examined it. Santiago pointed at it and said, "There are two sides to every story, and each side of this drawing is a different pattern. Take a good look. What's on this side, and what's on that side?"

“Who did the artwork?” Junior perked up a little. “I did. This one’s a dragon. See the teeth?” Nevena leaned in slightly, squinting. “A fire breathing dragon. I love it.” He pushed out a real smile, “Can you draw?” he asked. “Stick figures and crooked stars. But I’m a fast learner.”She replied with a shrug. Unhesitatingly, Junior dug in his backpack, pulling out a marker, and handing it to her like a silent invitation.

“Yes, ma’am.” As she moves toward the flat-screen across the room, I return to the suitcase, pulling out one of Liam’s sketchbooks. The cover is bent, the corners smudged with fingerprints, but inside? Dinosaurs. Rainbows. One drawing of a house with three stick figures: one tall, one medium, one small. He’d labeled them—Mommy, Liam, and Daddy Knoxx. I press the sketchbook to my chest and try not to cry. The TV clicks on.

Luckily, by the time we reached the alpha’s house, he seemed to have gotten that cactus out of his ass and actually helped me get the groceries inside. Ok, bipolar much? I didn’t comment other than a “thank you” and closed the door behind me. My eyes traveled over the patches on the wall, where I'd started my project to get creative with them, using what I loved the most: lines! OK, in this case, stick figures. I loved how easy it was to transform the gray patches into anything imaginable, and how the stick figures told a million different stories. The sky’s the limit - and that's a very long line to draw.