Unique Badass Hourglass Drawings Novels & Stories

He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals?

I sit back on my heels, the sandy floor of the cave cool beneath my fingers. Could it be the same woman? The thought of it runs a shiver through me, and I begin to draw on the cave's floor, my fingers tracing lines in the sand. The picture takes shape slowly. There's an eye, wide and unblinking, surrounded by a cascade of white hair that seems to glow even in the dim light of the cave. Veils drape around the figure, obscuring everything but the intense gaze that seems to pierce through the shadows. Around the central figure, I sketch other elements—abstract shapes that might be keys, or perhaps stars, their arrangement cryptic and deliberate. The entire drawing feels charged with eerie energ

"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Whoever had done the work was a fantastic artist. He stood perfectly still, but his hands clenched, muscles quivering beneath my touch everywhere my hand roamed. My fingers trail down, following the design as it flowed down the left side of his body to his abs. It was free, fluid with gentle curves. A combination of hard lines but also soft florals and swirls amidst dangerous embellished claws that looked more like art than paws. I was disappointed to realize the design disappeared down past his waistband where I could no longer see it.

The drawing slowly took shape in the sandbox. As Ezra finished the last stroke, Vivienne stared blankly. The drawing he had made was blurry yet familiar to her. It resembled the kind of drawing she used to love making as a child, with bells, sunflowers, a large vase, a small round table, princess-style floral curtains, and a room filled with toys... It was like a design she had drawn for Ezra's villa, but the only difference was that her design had a professional touch, while the one Ezra drew in the sand was completely childlike.

My playlist looped through heartbreak anthems and empowering bangers, Gen Z chaos and soulful ballads colliding in my ears. I lost track of time. Until my phone buzzed. Unknown: You still awake? My heart jumped before I could stop it. I stared at the screen, pulse thudding. Drake. Even without his name, my body recognized his presence. Like a scar that never stopped aching. I didn’t reply. Not because I didn’t want to. But because I wanted to too much. Instead, I flipped my phone face-down and kept drawing. The designs became more daring. Bolder. Sharp angles. Twisted gold. Chains that looked like they could cut skin. Stones set deliberately off-center, refusing symmetry.

The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in, and what they contributed to hell, as well as the highest ranked household and it's respective head or council member. I wanted more on Hades, more on the King himself and his history, but I had to stop looking through because a particular drawing of some kind drew my attention. My fingers traced on the drawing, I was completely mesmerized by what I was seeing, at the same time a huge sense of doom completely enveloped me. There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked a

I wandered around the building for thirty minutes, looking for a safe zone, a quiet place, I finally found one of the rooms empty and white as expected, immediately I dropped my backpack, removing all my tools from it as I started sketching and drawing, filling a canvas after another. I arranged all I've drawn, observing it all, shocked to see that all I've drawn are the female in my life, from Fiona to Caramel, to Mom, to Josette even stupid Lizabeth and as weird as it is, I drew her too, I didn't even know I remembered every detail of her beautiful face vividly, her brown flowing hair and her gunmetal grey eyes, perfect description of her, of Lia, I wonder how she is now.