Vicente Fernandez Drawing Easy Novels & Stories

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.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”

Dimitri turned around, brows lifting slightly. Zoe walked over, all four feet of her confidence on full display, and handed it up to him. He looked down at the drawing. Three stick figures stood in front of a black square labeled "HOME". One had long curls. One had a crown. The third had very sharp shoulders and icy blue eyes drawn in clumsy marker. Above them, Zoe had drawn a yellow sun with a big smile and the word "US" in careful, crooked letters. Dimitri held the paper like it might explode.

"I said keep going you'll figure it out." "That was a good explanation," Aiden said seriously. "It was straightforward." Spencer looked at me with something that was almost a smile. I looked at the counter. Dinner was Valeria's pasta which was better than mine and she knew it and said nothing about it because she was nine and had more dignity than most adults. Aiden talked about the drawing system in detail, the organizing by feeling principle, the problem of drawings that felt like two things at once, his current working theory for how to handle those which involved a separate category he was calling complicated with complete seriousness.

A soldier rushed over and handed Veronica a pad and a pen. Then she started writing. Rogue King. Man. She underlined the word “man.” “You believe that the Rogue King is a man. We get it,” Damien said deeply. “Anything else? Have you heard about the Great Canyon?” Veronica nodded. She drew a pair of high mountains with steep cliffs and a gap in between. She marked the gap as Great Canyon. And then from the Great Canyon, she drew a road winding off to the North. At the end of this road, she drew a large city and a castle in the middle.

“If you two keep talking like this, you’re going to end up finishing breakfast alone.” Kai let out a soft, low laugh that curled right into her spine. “Tempting.” “Shut up.” Zeke came running back in with a drawing clutched in his hands. “Look, Mumma!” Vienna crouched beside him and took the crayon masterpiece with care and curiosity. “Oh wow. Is this… me?” He nodded proudly. “You are sleeping in my drawing, and there’s a bath tub too!” She blinked, and sure enough — the scribbled blue lines looked suspiciously like a tub. There were little hearts around it.

Finally managing to step out into the light, V slowly walked over to the white crumpled objects that Siel dropped, almost sure that the reason for her grief was within those wads of paper. As he spread open the wrinkled angels, Vincent checked the drawings in red and green crayons. They were cute and colorful creations illustrating simple toddler toys and a puppy... Gifts that he would be quite happy to get for her. But what called his attention the most was one crayon sketch of a freckled-face brown-haired woman with that now-familiar smile. It was labeled, "Happy Mommy" and it was in feminine handwriting too. That drawing's smile was so contagious; he couldn't avoid grinning himself...

It told me almost nothing. I turned to the bottom half of the page. I drew a horizontal line representing the forearm. Above it I sketched the viper — rough, approximate, the raised head and the coil of the body the way I remembered it. I had no talent for drawing and it showed, but the shape was there, the proportions close enough to be useful. Beneath the line I drew the word as best I could. Six letters. Maybe seven. The first one tall. The middle ones compressed by the italic lean. The last one with a curve at the base.

“I don't know currently, I'll tell you later. And you can't laugh not tell anyone, not even Carmen, Promise??” This must be something great, since Carmen must not see it. “You've my words, simply get your ass up and allow me to see.” Katie sat in her seat and Robert got on one knee close to her with his elbow on the desk. She lifted the cover a portion of an inch, then shut it. “Try not to chuckle.” Robert didn't giggle or say anything. The drawing was of a female champion with her feet broadly planted and her arms over her head, using a giant club. She was wearing boots that went dependent upon her knees, and that's it.