Billie Eilish Drawing Novels & Stories

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

I quickly help her to pick it up checking the drawing before giving it back to her it was the picture of the lady that I saw in Elsie's room I remember her name Lucy "Oh I still have the drwaing of this bitch here" Elsie hissed as she throw it away on the floor. I didn't bother to ask her why she hate Lucy if she is ready to tell me she will say it without me asking. "Seat here" she said making to face her as she started sketching my image on a white plane papper and after about thirty minutes she was done with it. "We need to start going now I will come back to complete the drawimg properly" she said arranging back her things.

Instead, I just tried to ignore them completely because my instincts often take over my brain. “Is that… Bob Hope?” Brice asked, looking at my picture. “What? No!” I said, wanting to nudge him again. “It’s Billie Eilish.” I pointed to the picture in the magazine I had open in front of me, and he burst out laughing, getting a stern look from Ms. Flynn from her desk. “Girl…” Brice began. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

Bright, messy, unmistakably Ava’s drawing. Title across the top in Miss Rachel's neat printing: "My Family." There's Elena in a blue dress—too tall, stick-figure arms reaching toward a smaller figure that must be Ava. Mrs. Patel stands to the left, recognizable by the bun Ava has drawn with careful circles. And there, separated by a deliberate space of white paper, stands a tall figure in what might be running clothes. Blue eyes and a sad smile. "Who's this?" My voice sounds like it's coming from underwater.

Lily was coloring at the counter, her tongue sticking out in concentration. “Good morning,” Kira said. Elena turned and smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” “I did.” “Coffee?” “Please.” Her mother poured her a cup and handed it to her. Kira took a sip and sat down next to Lily. “What are you drawing, baby?” Lily held up her paper. It was a picture of a house with stick figures in front. “That’s us. You, me, Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Marcus.”

I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture. As I'm handing out a couple of their changes, Bryson and Elena approached me. Bryson was handsomely dressed in his black tuxedo, black tie, with a white inner shirt, an expensive silver watch, and shiny leather shoes, while Elene was attired in a mini dress and heels. Her dark pixie hair is styled in curls, and her makeup is beautifully done. "2 dollars for a pic," I said quickly, keeping my eyes on the floor flashing with red lights as Elena glared at me.

But I saw how her smile faltered when she thought no one was looking, saw her checking and rechecking her weapons like repetition could somehow improve our odds. That evening, as the sun bled out across the horizon in shades that looked too much like fire, I found Eli sitting by the dying campfire with a scrap of paper and a broken crayon he'd scavenged from somewhere. His tongue stuck out slightly as he concentrated, the way it always did when he was working on something important. "What are you drawing, baby?" He looked up with that smile that could still make everything else fade away, at least for a moment. "It's us. Everyone together."

She snapped out of it when her boss passed behind them and cleared his throat. “Boyd,” he said flatly. Maya looked up. “You’re not being paid to draw.” She frowned, confused—until she looked down. Her notebook, the one she used for client notes, was open to a page where she had sketched Elias’s face. Not exactly, not photographically, but close enough to be recognizable. His sharp cheekbones. His eyes. The angle of his jaw. And below that, a messier sketch of a hand on a thigh. Her thigh. She shut the notebook quickly and muttered an apology.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.