The Interview
As he was no smartphone fiend, ordinarily he would have wiled away the seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours with his trusty notepad and pencil duo, sketching his surroundings or scribbling his thoughts in the form of freeform poetry: alas, the rush he had
Dragon's Gift - Chapter 6 (WIP)
This is a sketch/first draft of the story and so is very weak in structure right now.
Arturo and Biro go to Camp - Chapter One
He took his notebook out of his pocket and started a quick sketch of the place. "i like the look of that lake... we should go swimming when we get a chance, art!" said friendly art nodded his head in reply "can i see your drawing?"
Foxy and Kitty- Introduction
Finally he lifts out a hand drawn picture- a sketched and lightly colored drawing. it seems to be of a woman...but isn't.
Presto - Epilogue
On his desk, now not nearly as blinding or foreboding a stage as it had seemed during the previous long night of his soul, sat a pencil sketch, colored with aquarelles.
A Demon and a Dragon 1
He saw himself writing his story, the sketch was well drawn, excellent shading, and perfect detail.
Echo Part 1
I think for a second and crack open a sketch book i had picked up, just something i can doodle on yo pass the time.
Into the Bear's Cage
#2 of requests a while back, i held a free 1k word story/character sketch giveaway on twitter. the winner of that is kiranking007 and here is what i wrote for him. i'm quite surprised this ended up being exactly 1,000 words :o hope you guys enjoy!
Flora: Painted Journey Chapter 2
Despite that buzzing, she kept on sketching and sketching until the sun started coming down.
Rhidian's Offer: Revised Edition
He glanced over at the portrait of the sketched woman behind the bar. “...meant a lot to me.” you nodded, and continued to eat, feeling grateful for the fox’s hospitality. he really didn’t have to help you.
My Journey Through High School: Chapter 11: Altoryu in the Rough
A couple of days since the new year, nokemy was sitting in his art class, working on a couple of his private sketches, when his teacher came in with a new student.
Heart of Ice
By the end of art class, the fur around my finger was gray from smearing pencil sketches. it was hard getting it off, especially with soap, but at least i got some of it off. i was gathering up my stuff when i felt a tap on my shoulder.