Yu Gi Oh Drawing Novels & Stories

Still, her eyes seemed to read me more than I was comfortable with. — Good morning, Daddy! Look what I drew — Giulia said, holding up a colorful page filled with crooked shapes. — It’s you, me, and Isa! I stared at the drawing for a few seconds. Just lines and hearts. But something about it felt deeply symbolic. Three figures. Three. — It’s beautiful, sweetheart — I said, gently touching her head. — Isa looks very pretty in this drawing. Giulia smiled and looked at Isabella, who lowered her eyes, slightly flushed.

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

Dimitri turned around, brows lifting slightly. Zoe walked over, all four feet of her confidence on full display, and handed it up to him. He looked down at the drawing. Three stick figures stood in front of a black square labeled "HOME". One had long curls. One had a crown. The third had very sharp shoulders and icy blue eyes drawn in clumsy marker. Above them, Zoe had drawn a yellow sun with a big smile and the word "US" in careful, crooked letters. Dimitri held the paper like it might explode.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

Now, he saw more of these drawings on the paper. Hierro showed the paper to Iero. “This must be a letter or a verse to the moon goddess.” He answered. “Huh? Why?” Iero asked. Hierro pointed to Yuria and Reyan who are taking out the contents of the compartment that is made of stone. “These papers came from the moon goddess’ temple, so they should definitely be addressed to the moon goddess.” He explained. “I see!” Iero exclaimed in realization. Hierro looked back at the paper and looked at each character drawn. Three of them appeared the most. It was a drawing of a circle with many criss-crossed lines inside, followed by a horizontal number 3, and then scattered dots.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

“Liam, why don’t you show Mr. Ethan the drawing you made? The one from yesterday.” “Oh!” The boy brightened, dashing to the coffee table. He returned with a folded paper and handed it to Ethan. Ethan unfolded it carefully. The picture was rough, colorful — a child’s imagination rendered in crayons. It showed three stick figures: a woman, a man, and a little boy holding both their hands under a bright yellow sun. His chest tightened. “It’s… beautiful,” he murmured. “You drew this?” Liam nodded proudly. “That’s me, Mommy, and—” he hesitated, glancing up at Maya before finishing, “—and you.”

"I will help." Kai nods with the satisfaction of someone whose project planning has received the necessary resource confirmation. Then he picks up the drawing book from the chair and he opens it to a fresh page and he begins to draw, right there in the treatment room, with the focused economy of someone who has something to get down before the image leaves. I look over his shoulder. He is drawing three figures: a small one, a tall one, and a third one whose silver hair he renders in careful crosshatched lines, standing in the western quarter with the tree and the lifted pavement stone visible at the edge of the frame.

I put my phone on charge and went downstairs to join everyone. Lizzie came in running holding a paper, "Oly... look I made this at school today.." I saw a drawing of two sticks with heads and hands.. I smiled, "who are these skinny people? Don't they eat?" She laughed, "It's you and meeee.. my teacher said we should draw people we love and I drew you..." I picked her up and put her on my lap, "well when my teacher tells me to drow a person I love, I'll draw you and me too.. trust that little kitten.."