Weird Things To Draw Novels & Stories

he continued, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a legend that says if you find a four-leaf clover, you'll have good luck forever? I've spent countless hours searching for one, but they're rarer than you'd think!" Sebastian's tales of randomness flowed effortlessly, each anecdote a stepping stone away from the precipice of my anxieties. He regaled me with stories of peculiar cloud shapes that looked like mythical creatures, of quirky animal behaviors he'd observed during his childhood, and of the sheer absurdity of finding faces in everyday objects. It was as though he were constructing a whimsical tapestry of the mundane, weaving it into an enchanting distraction from the inex

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Still here, I said softly. Eli made a small satisfied sound and leaned back against my chest and looked at the room from this new vantage point with the calm interest of someone who had upgraded their view and approved of the change. I looked at the drawings above the bed. Marker on paper in the bold oversaturated colours of someone who had been given a full set and had used all of them. Shapes that suggested things rather than depicting them. A large yellow circle that was probably the sun and possibly also a face. Several figures of varying sizes that may have been people or animals or both. What appeared to be a house. What appeared to be something flying.

Rhiannon murmured to herself, then smiled again, "What do you draw? May I have a look? I'm sure I'm gonna like them," His lips quivered and he seemed to be thinking for a second before he turned open the pages. She stood behind him as he turned the pages open one by one, every page filled with an intricate, detailed drawing which had her eyes almost popping out. Did the Kid really draw all of this?! It was a literal artwork! The details were almost unreal, as if they had been generated with technology or something, but everything was drawn with the pencil he was holding. But most importantly, the drawings were odd.

' I cringed, shrinking into my seat. "This night, that's why they look so weird and rough. I just got a sudden burst of inspiration for a dress after I put Tiffany to bed, and I knew I had to draw it down. I thought I would be done, but more kept coming, and I kept drawing and drawing even though I was sleepy. My works are usually prettier than these, but again, because I was sleepy, they came out all strange and all." I gushed, pushing invisible strands of hair behind my ear.

The strange feeling of words. Ethan Brooks knows the wonders of the world: there are fish that walk on their feet even when they're underwater, snakes that like to climb trees and slither down and fly, and crocodiles that have to swallow a bunch of rocks in their stomachs to help with digestion and sinking, and even fish that are different sexes at different temperatures! But this time, Ethan Brooks wasn't sure it was some kind of natural phenomenon. Why are these ants posing squares and drawing circles at themselves?

“Her charm seems to be limitless; almost all teachers love her.” “I do admit that I also like her. Isn’t it the reason why we are helping her?” “Well…” The person they were talking to was ignorant of what they were discussing. Alek Cider absentmindedly stared at the unwritten whiteboard. Suddenly, she pried open her bag and tore the covers of her notebooks. She put it beside her and got a clean piece of paper. She drew something like a machine, but not really a machine. There were so many rectangular and cylinder shapes. She kept on scribbling like a mad person.

The boredom and living in solitude might actually make me completely loose my mind or worse, I don't only loose my sense of reasoning but become like one of the thick forest savages that made drawings on the walls of their caves. For the first time the entire week, a smug expression made its way to my face when I imagined Adriano waking up someday to find ugly drawings made from charcoal all over his beautiful white walls. That would be interesting to see but then again, he could chop off my head and order his walls fixed with just a snap of his fingers so that's really not a good idea.

“Look at this.” Drix and I sat together on the dry grass, and he showed me his drawing. I couldn’t understand the drawings in the notebook. He had a drawing of what looked like a flying car, and there was even a small seat that looked like a caterpillar. He showed me many other drawings of something like cars. The one that stuck out the most in my mind was the big round one with many colors. “What is this?” “It’s called a Ferris wheel.” “It’s beautiful…” I said without taking my eyes off his drawing.