Weird Things To Draw Novels & Stories

I heard Charity complained. "I thought you want activities?" I asked her with a laugh. “He hasn’t even told us about his life. Straight to activities instantly! What a nut!” she replied annoyed as she took the drawing materials from her bag. I started thinking first with my activity. I don’t know what to draw since I am not used to traditional arts. I remember when I was a kid, I wanted to have a pool. Since our house does not have a pool, this is what I’ll draw.

All they did in my class was practice adding and subtracting. Mom got a funny look on her face when I told her that I like to draw during math. While the other kids werre counting on their fingers I would pretend to be working in my workbook. Truthfully, I was sketching. I had some cool drawings in that workbook, hidden way in the back. I like to draw weather events, uncontrolled power unleashed on unsuspecting souls. I liked hurricanes and tornadoes the best. I loved the power a storm generated. The inevitable destruction it would cause was fun to try to put on paper. Sometimes I would see a storm raging in my mind and I could barely draw fast enough to get all the details on the page

A few days pass after the Donnie incident at school. I don’t remember what happened, but I’m amazed that I stood up to him and fought back. The doctor told me everything that I had done. I was forced to write an apology letter to the school, Donnie and his parents. That wasn’t fun in the slightest. I sit at my desk in my room and open up my notebook. For some reason I’ve been drawing strange sketches recently of a strange creature. I don’t know what it is I’ve just drawn them. They’re quite disturbing. Especially that in my mind the creature murders children and takes their souls. It’s a bit dark…

I had no idea how he managed to produce that much noise despite being a kid. "After the meal, you two have to go for a movie!" Luther chirped happily. He seemed even more excited than me. "In fact, you gotta go for a horror movie! Kyrie will go, 'Oh, Mr. Skyworth! I'm so scared!'" Luther spoke the dialog in a high-pitched voice while pretending to dive into my arms. Where the hell did this brother of mine pick up these weird skills? Sometimes, I had a feeling that Luther wasn't a ten-year-old at all. How was it that he was so knowledgeable about these things?

Just as I was starting to space out and let my imagination run wild with me, I felt a tap on my arm and out of the corner of my eye I saw Ricky rotate the book toward me. He had written “Wanna study together for the quiz?” along with a sketch of a mad scientist. Clearly I was the only person I knew who sucked at drawing anything other than stick people. I took his pencil and wrote above his drawing “After dinner at my place? Mom will insist.” He winked at me and returned to drawing pictures on the margin of the page. I really did try to pay attention to Mr Porter’s lecture but I failed miserably, my mind going off at a tangent. I remained in my trance-like state of inattention until the fina

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

" 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."

My chest feels too tight but I force myself to keep breathing normally, keep my voice steady. “That sounds really hard,” I say quietly. “You were pretty young when all that happened.” He nods, still not looking at me. I reach across and gently touch the edge of the sketchbook, not closing it, just letting him know I’m here. “Sometimes when scary things happen, our brains hold onto them,” I tell him. “Even when we don’t want them to. And sometimes drawing them out can help us understand them better.” “Does it make them go away?”

not even once. I didn’t think much of it at first because this place was full of people whose minds worked in ways I couldn’t follow or analyze and I had bigger things to worry about than a stranger’s fixation on my pretty ass. So yeah, I can’t blame her. But then things started happening and it made me hella uncomfortable. A drawing slid under my door one night, it was made with charcoal, rough and it looked like my face, except the eyes were wrong, too wide and too hungry like whoever drew it saw something in me that wasn’t actually there.

I pulled out my notebook and doodled some random shapes as my mind wandered into a void of nothing. After a little bit, I pulled myself out of my daze and stared at the scribbles, which had somehow come out to be a really good cat, so I erased the extra lines to bring out the cat's shape more. Bloody hell. How the fuck had I done that? Strange thing, how some things come out almost perfectly when you don't even try to make them in the first place. I had just been absent-mindedly gliding my pencil across my paper, and when I looked, there was a near-perfect drawing hidden within the lines. What the hell was going on today? I scribbled some more, still unsure of what I was trying to do.