Billie Eilish Drawing Novels & Stories

She was a little overwhelmed by favor, "You don't need to push it, I can see it. Can you draw another one for Mommy to see?" Elaine nodded and picked up the brush to draw seriously. When she was drawing, her expression was serious. Her small face was full of seriousness and her black eyes stared unblinkingly at the drawing board. Ellena's heart went soft and she could not help but touch her head gently. Elaine suddenly frowned and looked at her. Ellena then remembered that Elaine did not like people touching her now. She froze her hand and was about to take it back when she heard Elaine say, "Drawing!"

Ma’am Elise asked as she dropped the notepad at the spot where she had taken it. "We should get the materials for the dress and some other things that we don’t have anymore.” Ria answered. “Okay..okay..that’s not a problem. I’ll contact the man at the store and send a list to him.” Ma’am Elise said. Ria nodded her head in agreement. “Are you sure I got the drawing perfectly?” She placed her palms on the drawing pad and traced the lines she was seeing in her head. "Actually the drawing came out the same way Mrs Belinda showed it to me on phone. I am serious when I said that you are so talented.” Ma’am Elise complimented even as she glanced down at the drawing again.

Isobel waited, poised. “Did she say anything else?” Sloane asked finally. “Only this.” Isobel reached into her skirt pocket and withdrew a folded piece of old paper. Not new. Not even remotely recent. Yellowed, brittle at the corners. Sloane took it carefully. Inside was a child’s drawing. Crayon markings were faded. It was a crude house, all windows and too-tall doors. A girl in red. Another girl with no face. On the back, in soft pencil:

About Logan’s steady eyes. I don’t write about betrayal tonight. I write about beginnings. I write about hope. A few nights later, there’s another knock. Missy again. This time, she holds up a drawing. It’s of three stick figures: one tall man, one curly-haired woman, and a little girl with a bunny. I crouch beside her. “Who’s this?” She grins. “It’s you. And me. And Daddy. I drew it at the table all by myself!”

Her eyes, always so bright and innocent, carried none of the pain clawing at my chest. “Mommy,” she said softly, holding the drawing out to me. “This is what I drew today.” I knelt down and took the paper from her, trying to keep my voice steady. It was a simple drawing: the three of us — me, Tessa, and Elena — holding hands, stick figures with big smiles under a sunny sky. Somehow, seeing it made something inside me ache and warm all at once. “This is lovely,” I told her, a small, unexpected laugh escaping my lips despite everything. “You’re really getting so good at this.”

He disappeared into a back room for a moment, and returned holding a thin folder, worn soft at the corners. He opened it carefully, and inside was the drawing, exactly as he’d described. Two chairs, side by side, a small boy standing between them, both crayon and pencil, the kind of careful, repeated lines that came from a child drawing the same comforting shape over and over until it became almost a prayer. Marshall stared at it, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out, not quite touching it, like he was afraid it might disappear if he did. “I kept drawing it after you stopped coming,” Eli said softly. “I think I thought, if I drew it enough times, you’d have to come back eventually.

~ 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ~ Illiana grunted angrily as she tossed her drawing paper to the waste bin. " I can't believe I've been trying to draw this shit for almost two hours now and yet I've gotten nothing good from it. " Genevieve took the sheet out from the waste bin, checking on what she had drawn. " Come on, Ana this is more than beautiful. Why would you want this for nothing. "