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 took my picks and went back to my seat, I was the first to sit back down, as the rest picked more than just one, they like to mix and match, while I prefered to stay safe with just my pencils. Now what to draw, I don't know what to draw, I can do a terrible house that's made of a rectangle along with a triangle on top, I could also do some rounded clouds, and that's about it, that's not a good drawing for Nickolai, he deserves better, the girl next to me was drawing so well, she had talents while I had none in this. "Miss Bee, I don't think I can draw, I'm really bad at drawing," I say out loud.

I have never entered that room since I showed it to her and it seems enticing to me now. I turned the doorknob before walking to the spacious room. I went to the drawing board in the middle of the room instantly and there is a blank sheet clipped to the board. My eyes looked around the table just beside the board and I noticed the stack of papers that are lying there. I picked the stack up and looked through it. Adele has sketched on these papers. I smiled as I looked through her drawing. There is the drawing of a bird, an elephant, the sunrise, the beach, weird trees that did not turn out well, a dream catcher, and so other drawings on these papers. My hand stopped when I picked up a drawin

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

Maybe it’s not a big deal and I’m just overthinking every single thing that happens to me or I’m not, I don’t know. I tried to concentrate on listening to what the teacher is saying but in the end, I just gave up doing that and instead started doodling. It was random stuff but only one stood out to me, it was a drawing of eyes, coal-black eyes and I don’t really know anyone with black eyes, I might have made them without meaning to but I felt like they had meaning. “I need to stop overthinking, like seriously I’m overthinking about eyes?” I thought and just sat there without doing anything for the rest of the period.

I flipped a page. More of the same. I didn’t understand any of it. I was about to close it when something caught my eye. A drawing. Different from the others. It looked like… A creature. My breath caught. It wasn’t like anything I had seen before. It looked human… but not. There were lines coming from its back. Like wings. But not wings. Something sharper. Something… alive. I stared at it longer than I should have. Something about it made my chest feel tight.

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.