Ticci Toby Drawings Novels & Stories

Manor POV "... I... I guess I can ... but I can't promise anything." Towcs says as he leaps from my hoody to the ground. He walks up a bit closer to the shed and starts drawing a circle with his paws. Even though his paws were fat little stubs, he could easily push the soil and grass apart like it was sand. Which was weird to see. He draws a perfect circle that was an inch deep and starts drawing symbols. He then starts chanting and a black liquid appears and slowly fills up the circle. It fills but not a single drop leaves that circular line. When Towcs was standing an inch high in black liquid, he moved close to the line of the circle.

I glimpsed at Anthony who was already looking at me, a smile crept onto his face, of course he remembered. ~Flashback~ “I don't know why you like drawing this much Tony, I like drawing too, but I think you're obsessed, I mean seriously why would you want to draw me as a big girl while I'm not. I mean I'm still five, plus this totally not going to be me when I'm older", I said pointing to the big ugly girl on the paper that Tony just decided to draw, he's just crazy, why would I grow up and become like this girl over here? Tony smiled one of his awesome smiles, he sounds really sweet when he smiles like that. "Here I’ll put some lipstick on you and you'll be prettier", he said painting my lip

The treehouse was a magical place, a world of possibilities where adventure could happen at any moment. As he sat there, focused on the sketching, Hibiki caught sight of his new friend, Tatsu, who sat across from him. Tatsu had dark brown hair and bright, inquisitive eyes, always asking questions about anything and everything. Hibiki smiled shyly as Tatsu leaned over to take a look at his drawing. “That looks so cool!” Tatsu whispered. “You’re gonna win the award for sure. It’s like something from a movie!” Hibiki grinned, a little bashful but pleased with the compliment. “You think so?”

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

He was such a great kid. She looked around the room, making sure they had cleaned up the cafeteria after their pudding painting. The only thing left in the room was the picture Tyson had painted. She went over and picked it up. It was three stick figures. There was a tall stick figure on one side, a small figure in the middle, and a figure wearing what Bonnie assumed was a skirt. They were all holding hands inside a blue square. Tyson said it was a picture of Dylan, Bonnie, and him swimming. It warmed her heart and made it ache at the same time.

She was about to storm over to pull Tobias away when my driver stepped in, blocking her path. I moved forward, gently taking Tobias's hand and wiping away his tears. I spoke softly, trying to calm him down, "Tobias, have you copied a lot of other people's drawings before?" At the sound of concern in my voice, Tobias hiccupped, his sobs wracking his small body. He seemed to be trying to pour out all his frustrations. "Ms. Keller's been giving the pretty drawings to my mom. Then Mom makes me memorize them and record videos of me drawing them," he said through his tears. "If it weren't for Ms. Keller, I wouldn't have to get punished for drawing badly!"

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

Nica grumbled while sketching something on a cardboard. “Tell me about it. I would prefer he just left than stand there and make it look like we are forcing him,” Cindy whispered. Aimee didn’t say anything, but she wondered why they couldn’t see that he was clearly bothered about something, and that his mind was obviously not in the same place as theirs. “If he is here to help, then he should. He is very good with drawings, and he could help us with these sketches,” Diane whispered. “Toby and the rest of the boys went to get the paint. He could have joined them if he wanted, rather than standing there and making us uncomfortable,” another girl said, and they all secretly glanced at Jayden, w

I say and take the glass from him, avoiding touching his fingers. “So, I heard we are all leaving for Bristol tomorrow?” Toby starts the conversation according to our plan. “We?” Theo asks in confusion. “Yes. Are you forgetting Mr. Anderson? I am one of your investors. I would help Izzy here to select art works for your new project. Right, Izzy?” Toby asks. “Yes. Toby is a wonderful artist. The portrait over there, he made it.” I say, and Olivia’s face softens a bit. “It looks great.” Theo says, as if confessing a sin.

Grandma says, pulling Toby so his back is to me as she steps down the stairs, landing herself next to him. “I’ll leave the door open ‘til you come back up,” Erik says and Toby nods in agreement. I wait for them to hobble, very slowly, down a few steps and twist downward out of view before I chance a peek through the doorway at Erik. He is humming to himself and looking down at a sketchbook in his hand as he flips through hand-drawn pictures. I inhale sharply and intentionally shuffle on the stairwell, hoping to grab his attention. It seems to work as I listen to his chair scrape along the floor as he stands and walks over.