Man and his horse

Here is a drawing of a picture I found.


Zaynab πŸ™‚


Finally, another post

I’m back! Finally, I got around to doing a post.To make up for the long period of time between last October and now (I know, it’s been that long!), I am posting a couple different drawings at once. Here they are.


A vase that we have had in our living room forever.


I found this picture on the internet, so I tried copying it.


Mary Amelia Ingalls.


These were not the original book covers, but I thought it would be cool if I made my own versions. Two books that were quite enjoyable.

Zaynab πŸ™‚



All I’m going to say is that you should scroll down after reading the paragraph below. (I wrote this for fun).


I tense up. Should I take it? It’s lying there. But what if I’m caught? that would be nightmarish. Beads of sweat appear on my forehead and trickle down my face. Dare I do it? I advance with caution. Every step takes me closer. Suddenly, the room feels very hot. I inch closer. It sits there. Nobody is watching. I think. I reach out a shaking hand. I grasp it. β€œWalden!” the greeting throws me totally off balance, and I drop it. β€œY-y-yes?” I answer shakily.







“Enjoying a piece of the cake are you?”

Zaynab πŸ™‚