Weird Things To Draw Novels & Stories

An electronic drawing pen, a Mac drawing pad, and some… chocolates? I didn’t know how to feel about what was on my bed; fear or surprise or worry. I stopped drawing when I was eighteen; the electronic pen always had this radioactive substance that affected my asthma and made it worse. Don’t ask me how; that was what the doctor said after I fainted two times while drawing. Everyone knew that; chocolate inspired me to draw too. It’s either that whoever sent this is trying to make a joke or is clueless. I lay on the empty side of the bed tiredly; I couldn’t walk around town without feeling like I was being watched. I hated that feeling so much; I came here to start afresh, not… this.

It was a great source of happiness and it was the birth of all the dreamiest imaginations I harbored in my mind thereafter. Every Saturday, I would get a cardboard and draw in the way I could draw; I could draw heaven, hell or even Jesus in the best visual image I had in mind. I could draw blind or lame people on the road, begging for alms and I would write messages underneath it like, "Give to the poor." And I could draw people crying out loud and gnashing their teeth, painting the flames in blunt colored orange pencils, burning in hell with a message underneath like, "Hell is Real." And a short explanation to broaden the topic.

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

She nodded and if she wasn't so serious, I would have laughed my ass out at such ridiculous but meaningful drawings. "Yes, I draw the past and future." She said excitedly and I froze. "What?" "I draw things that are likely to happen and what won't happen. I can't stop it and when I draw them, it's definitely going to take place." I became interested and sat down. "Not now Princess, I still have a lot to do." Sebastian whined but I stood up to make him sit down. "Please stay a little while, you might find out something really interesting." "They are witches with bizzare powers, what do you expect?" I ignored him and nudged closer to the girl.

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."

figuring out where I sleep. Getting lost in a children's movie I haven't seen since my youth was a nice escape. I almost beat Liam to be the first to sleep, my head falling to the side every few scenes. Thoughts from the day fall back into my head as I replay the afternoon. So much blood. To keep my mind occupied, I gather up the spilled crayons from the coffee table and shove them back in the box. Next I line up all the paper into a nice little pile, taking a second to scan each drawing. The pages are filled with images of trees and fish. One I'm pretty sure is a zombie walking a dog downtown Main Street. Typical five-year-old drawings, I assume.

I actually lied about not being able to draw because drawing was one activity that fueled the demons in me. I didn't lie when I said the only thing I drew was nude. For three years, I was chained, abused, and forced to draw dirty, depraved art. Men fucking animals, trees, and children. More often than not, they were still life. I hated drawing. The very art I loved the most.

Why would I have such twisted thoughts suddenly? I shook the thoughts from my head, opening the notebook. The first thing I’ve noticed was the word ‘bitch’ , but a funny drawing captured my eyes, a laugh escaped my lips. “Andy can be childish sometimes” I mumbled, looking at the witch with green eyes and red hair she drew just below the word ‘bitch’. I started to turn pages, narrowing my eyes as I glanced at the sketches. This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem.

It's just my bed and some of the things I've left in here such as some of my old books, my school projects, my puzzle boxes, and scattered puzzle pieces on my old study table. I sat on the chair and opened the compartment under the table. I was surprised to see the stories I've written when I was in high school as well as my sketchpads where I attempted to nurture my drawing skills even if I really suck in that field. I opened it and chuckled when I saw how gross Pikachu have become in my drawings. There's also a portrait of someone I guess I saw on F******k who is as gorgeous as barbies but in my drawing, she looked like a dying zombie who hasn't devour any human since she has turned into o

I pour the coffee and bring both cups upstairs to sit in my room. Once I'm situated comfortably in my desk chair, I pull out my sketchbook. I'm currently drawing a picture of the lake and pond I've just walked through. There's something about it that makes it so perfect and soothing to draw. It takes a few minutes before I'm able to finish my drawing. When I do, I carefully close my sketch book. I then open the laptop and browse through F******k. I see that there's a lot of news articles about the accident. Some articles are about what happened, others are talking about other stuff related to it.