Weird Things To Draw Novels & Stories

I sketch everything except people because I'm simply terrible at drawing people no matter how hard I try. Lately, I've been obsessed with all kinds of glorious animals like rare breeds of white tigers. However, they are not the type I am talking about, what piqued my interest were the wolves. They are the things that fill my mind and my sketchbook - half the book is filled with sketches and doodles of them. I don't know why, but maybe because I've read too many novels involving werewolves, vampires, witches, and all those supernatural creatures - I blame Athena because she forced me must read all of them, although I have to admit that half of the books she recommends are very good.

For me, life is so bleak and unenchanting. Sighing, I lift my body off the window and walk back to the desk where my coffee sits, waiting. Whisking it carefully, I lift it to my lips and take a careful sip, savoring the taste a little longer than necessary. Needing something to keep me occupied, I decided to sketch something; maybe milky ways, black holes, or planets. Those are always fun to sketch. Rummaging through the drawer, I find my sketchpad, a pencil, and an eraser. Sinking into the cushioned straight-back chair, I begin to sketch nothing until it somehow morphs into something, well, someone rather. I always end up subconsciously sketching him.

I'd define it as, Old boring selves. I was tired of doing nothing once again. It was almost more than half month since I had agreed to his deal, and I was tired of going around each hall everyday trying to pass my time. I swear, if anyone asks me about this whole apartment, I could even tell slightest detail of each wall. Either that, or I spend my time sleeping. Today, I was getting furious of this boring day. So, I decided to do something. I was going through some usual posts on my i*******m when I saw a beautiful drawing made by someone.

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel. I drop my pen. I AM NOTHING BUT A PENCIL IN THE HAND OF THE CREATOR. LOVE YOU ALL

Of course, there are so many others in here admiring the artworks. “This is…” I start, but Michael completes it. “Erotic.” I blush hard. “I’d say sinful. A very sexy, sinful artwork.” I study the drawings starting from the one with a woman shoving a dildo into her big pussy, her face scrawled with desire, and her mouth dropped open to her chest. I move to the next with the drawing of an older man with his cock in hand while his seeds drip from his crown like droplets of water. There’s one with two teenage girls on their knees, their hands bound as they suck a cock from a glory hole.

Honestly, it all started out with good intentions, I swear. Math class was awfully boring that day. We were sitting in algebra two learning the properties of parabolas. What started off as a math problem quickly turned into a piece of art and a bad idea. Kelly Anders was a quiet girl, with long straight brown hair and a nice pair of blue eyes, who was well known for being a bit of an outcast like me. She also happened to have a fear of crawly things. I sketched out a worm that had no teeth, knowing full well that I was pushing the boundaries, and gave it some details and shading. The whole process took about two minutes, creating a worm about four inches long with a head that was slightly la

I pulled her closer into a warm hug, really hoping everything that was going on with me never affected my relationship with her. I just hope after the mating ceremony, I would really be back in control because I really didn’t want her to see that side of me. Pulling away from the hug, I looked at the picture again, trying to see how this stick really does look like me, and then I noticed she had more drawings. I slipped through the pages, but confusion washed over me. These… are weird. They didn’t look like the image of a person. They are more like… like symbols.

"Hey, Hikari was busy right now and the same goes for us. So since we know that you're boring. I heard from Hikari that you know how to draw. So if you want, you can get the items that you can use to draw downstairs. I bet that Hikari has an extra of it since he draws a picture with a kid in the kindergarten before." Neu was so weird when he read that. He says by himself "Kindergarten? who is Hikari for real?" He didn't know what should he say about it. So he just went downstairs to take a look at it. When he found what did he was searching for, suddenly he found a picture. He saw a picture of a flower. At that time, he started thinking about it. "Is Hikari draw this? But for what did he dra

Then suddenly, a frown formed between his brows, and he said, “Are you crazy? Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?” A man’s what? D*ck? I looked at my drawing again. I felt my face turn hot like a fireball. “No!” I freaked out and showed my drawing to him again. “This is n-not that! I swear! I would never draw that! Why would I d-draw something like…” My eyes went to the bulge on his pants and quickly back to his face. “That’s not it!” I explained, almost sobbing in embarrassment. “I would never do something like that. I swear!”