Weird Things To Draw Novels & Stories

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.

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

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!”

" It could be anywhere." "Shit." I took a closer look at the drawing. Even though it was a somewhat lousy drawing, I could still make out some really cool detail. Snaking around the desks feet were some intricate designs, one that looked like very old but beautiful non the less. From the angle it was drawn, the desk had a drawer or two to store probably important files or document. " Shit." "Wait." Zoe called, causing me to stop cussing. A moment of silence passes between us before she shrieked like she just stumbled on the world's great treasure. " I got it."

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.

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

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.