Weird Things To Draw Novels & Stories

They stood by the door, probably hoping Sibil would trip over something. The house—or rather, the shack—was a disaster. It was dirty, like it hadn’t seen a broom or a mop in centuries. Dust and cobwebs decorated every corner. And worst of all, the walls were covered in naked drawings of female wolves. Some were funnh, while others were borderline creepy. There were wolves posing, wolves lounging, wolves batting their eyelashes. I felt my stomach turn. “Oh my gods,” I gagged, stepping back from the mess. “What is wrong with you? This is how you live? And these drawings, what is this? Some kind of weird wolf shrine?”

"It's missing both ears." I watch as he picks up the stick this time and makes on the sand, two medium sized 'c's on both sides of the drawing. We both tilt our heads to the left at the same time and stare at the drawing on the sand. One of the eyes are way bigger than the other and the nose seems to be falling out of proportion, the shape of the head looks like that of an amoeba while the ears he just drew isn't fully connected to the face. "I think it's phenomenal," He says.

However, I focus more on art, even though that’s regarded as a weird hobby by many. There…it’s not a lie now, right? NovellWarrior: Hey, art is not weird! If I could draw myself, I’d be even greater than whoever painted the Mona Lisa! It’s good to know that you’re an artist, and even if it is weird, there’s space for honest weirdos in my book club.

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.

She likes to deny it anyway. Alice is very good with the pencils. It is why she is always looking for someplace quiet to hide and draw. Auntie and uncle don’t know that she draws. It is our little secret. The other day, she drew something and would not tell me what it was. It looks like a big monster with holes in its face, but Alice says it’s not a monster. She wants me to get the answer by myself. And I’ve been thinking...

But they all grabbed a marker pen and started drawing anywhere they could reach. They all seemed to know what they were drawing. When they finished drawing their individual pictures, they went to a larger blank wall. Where Max drew a big circle, Eden then drew a slightly smaller circle inside of it. Before Jaxon drew some lines connecting the circles. It made it look a little like a clock. But Eden added some wavy lines at the bottom of it. When they finished, they went to a sofa, curled up with Evie and cried. I looked at their pictures. Max had drawn a man’s shaver but with small lightening bolts coming off it, Jaxon had drawn a bucket and Eden had drawn a knife.

mumbled Logan "Ahhh, wait a minute. Alice, do you remember that symbol?" Tristan exclaimed "yeah, what's wrong?" "Can you draw it again?" "I'm sure I can, but I can try it. Where should I draw it?" said Alice slightly glancing at Logan and Xander who were also looking at her and Tristan "You can draw it on this car, just to be safe!" "W-Alright!" Alice exclaimed then followed Tristan who was walking towards the back of Logan's car. He then closed his eyes, and his hand moved to draw on the back of the car.

I shrugged and said "Just draw squares and circles" She looked at me like I said one of the most stupidest things. "I don't want to draw 'squares and circles' I want to draw something meaningful and cool. Think Sunshine! You're a billionaire CEO that runs a successful company for goodness sake. Think." Isn't she...sassy. I leaned back and thought about people I know, that are artists. They draw what they feel, and their drawing is their way of expressing themselves. For some people they draw what makes them happy.

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

Quietly, I pack a few things and leave a note for Liam on his nightstand: “Hello, my love. Sorry to leave in such a hurry. I promise to be back soon. Love, Mom.” On second thoughts, I crumble up the note I’ve written to him and start drawing a charcoal outline of a family of bears - mama, papa and baby bear. Baby bear is holding a shell in his hand, and underneath I write: “Promise to be back soon, Love Mommy.” It’s been so long since I’ve drawn, and now it feels almost cathartic. The familiar smell of the charcoal brings back memories of Liam and me laying in the sun room of our childhood home, challenging each other to draw our favorite cartoon characters. He also chose SpongeBob.