Vent Drawings Novels & Stories

The first pages contained ordinary drawings. Faith. The house. The old fig tree. Then... His expression changed. Bethwel leaned closer. "What is it?" Alex turned the book around. Glen had drawn the northern woods. A square hatch. Six stick figures. One had a hat. Another had unusually large boots. Each figure carried a different symbol instead of a face. Joel smiled. "Children draw differently." Alex nodded. "No." "He wasn't drawing faces." "He was classifying them." He pointed at the figure with the hat.

Stopping her. "You don't Ethan....you don't...you will leave me again." And that's when he pulls her along, while approaching the figures in the sand. Opening his hands to see a big wave approaching as it hits his feet.... washing away all the drawings in the sand. "Sh**! My drawings!" She exclaims, trying to find the lost figures and drawing them again . When he crouching down at her level, taking the wooden stick from her hands and smiling. "Leave it Vivian....there is no need for it. "

asked Cedrick. "Yes, please take a look," said Catelyn as she handed him the drawings while explaining the revisions. "It's all changed according to your requirements, mainly in these two places..." Cedrick agreed with her revised points and pointed to certain parts of the drawing. "Add a pool area here. Connect it with the water conservancy system so it can water the nearby flowers and plants as well."

Professional labels. "Yes, sweetheart. A long time ago." "It's really good." "Thank you." Alexander has dropped his pile on the floor and is kneeling next to Madison, flipping through pages with no regard for order or care. "MAMA! You drew SO MUCH! There's like a MILLION drawings! How did you draw a million drawings?" "It wasn't a million—" "Look at this one! It's a whole HOUSE! But it's tiny! Is this house tiny?" "That's called a scale drawing, Alexander," Ethan says. Still standing. Still holding his stack. Still looking at the red sketchbook with that focused expression.

"Get out of my way! Whatever happens in my house has nothing to do with you anymore! You pathetic loser!" I stood there in a daze, blood trickling down my cheek from where he had scratched me. Slowly, I wiped it away and walked to the guest room at the end of the hallway. From that window, I had a direct view of Lincoln's master bedroom. I hadn't been trying to spy. I just wanted to give them a heads-up that Caleb was on his way. Even a dog in heat had the decency to pause when someone was about to walk in. Behind the curtain, their tangled silhouettes left little doubt as to what they were doing. It made my stomach churn.

I reached down, my black-stained fingers brushing against the coarse fabric of my pocket until I felt the reassuring weight of the spiral notebook. ​With a cautious, deliberate movement, I pulled it out along with Ibrahim’s thick charcoal crayon. I didn't open a fresh page; I flipped back to the very front, where my original sketches of the Vane network infrastructure lay buried under weeks of charcoal ink. I drew a thick, heavy line straight through the neat, geometric diagram of the corporate towers, and beneath it, I sketched the jagged, brutal outline of a truck axle. ​I slid the notebook sideways into Julian's view:

What made him say that? Driven by my curiosity and the urge to solve a mystery, I pick up the drawings and open them on the table. It is a few major pieces they picked out from the technical drawings, key plan, location plan, site plan, master plans, elevations, sections, some of the detailed drawings, some schematic diagrams, axonometrics…

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

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.

It was so far outside of my wheelhouse, but I bet Dante would be able to help me understand it all. “I’ll explain everything if I can get a piece of plain paper and pencil or something to draw with,” I said, taking a long drink of the refreshing water that Gabriel handed to me. Dante wasted no time in grabbing a sketchbook and a set of charcoal pencils. This would definitely work well. This was either Dante’s or Chris’ drawing tools. I set to work drawing Bandore while I explained what happened with excruciating detail because I did not want even the slightest morsel of information to be lost. Sometimes clues were found in the smallest details.