Comforting Drawings Mga Nobela at Kwento

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

Just let m help you Siren, let me turn your art to something beautiful,” handing me a piece of paper. I hesitantly took it from her hand. “You are not alone,” I unfolded the piece of paper with familiar drawing. It was a drawing of a baby inside a sunflower. In fact it was Chu. “Think about it,"

I sat down on my bed, opened my dresser and brought out my drawing book. I design when upset, hungry or sad, it helps me cool off and pass time. I flipped through the designs I had drawn since I was sixteen. I have another full book of designs, but most of the designs in that book is what children will wear because you know me, I'm a kid at heart.

“Here, Charlotte, I got everything you will be needing to draw. I invited you here so we can spend time together. I want you to draw while I watch you do it." I burst out in laughter. "Are you okay, Adrain?” I folded my arms around my chest. "You invited me all the way from Solana to Lycaonia to draw for you? Are you serious?” I stepped closer. “It isn’t that bad, Charlotte. You clearly stated you were free and still gathering yourself. So I thought it would help, knowing fully well how you loved doing it.” He pulled my hand and dropped the box in my palm. "You loved drawing, Charlotte; you never hesitated to draw even when you were hurt the most. Drawing calmed you the most, remember?" he e

I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family. I then move on to the drawings for Christmas. For grandma Calista I draw a portrait of grandpa Thierry and her with all the current grandkids. I know she’ll love it. I make sure to leave room for more grandkids. I stare at grandpa Thierry and look at my other drawings. We’ve had a lot of loss in this family.

Beside the paper and pen lay a thin box with a set of graphic pencils. A drawing kit? I opened the pad immediately and began to draw, the dream pouring through me like water down a cliff. It was vivid and fast, my fingers moving on instinct and guided by the memory that wad etched into my mind. The dizzying swirl of numbers, the images in the holographic screens, the massive glowing codes. I drew it as perfectly as I could, adding the faces of my children. After several minutes, I felt no more inspiration coming, so I sat back and stared at the sketch. My fingers had gone sore, my breathing a bit shallow.

"Why? I mean, I am happy—you know what? Don't answer that." He gave me a small smile, and it might just be the most human thing I had ever seen him do. "You don't have to be uncomfortable around me; I won't harm you." he assured. I couldn't come up with anything to say. "It occurred to me that I don't know anything about you — except that you are the pack healer. I didn't know you drew. This drawing is really nice." "Thank you. I have been drawing and painting for years now; it’s something I do to keep calm."

Finally managing to step out into the light, V slowly walked over to the white crumpled objects that Siel dropped, almost sure that the reason for her grief was within those wads of paper. As he spread open the wrinkled angels, Vincent checked the drawings in red and green crayons. They were cute and colorful creations illustrating simple toddler toys and a puppy... Gifts that he would be quite happy to get for her. But what called his attention the most was one crayon sketch of a freckled-face brown-haired woman with that now-familiar smile. It was labeled, "Happy Mommy" and it was in feminine handwriting too. That drawing's smile was so contagious; he couldn't avoid grinning himself...

"Emma, sometimes it's easier to show feelings than talk about them. Can you draw me a picture of how you feel?" Emma picked up the crayons and started drawing. She worked intently for twenty minutes while Dr. Chen and I sat quietly. When she finished, she pushed the paper across the table. Dr. Chen looked at it. Her face went pale. I leaned over to see. The drawing showed a small figure—clearly a child—locked inside a cage made of black bars. Outside the cage, two large figures faced each other. One had sharp teeth and claws. The other had wild hair and angry eyes. Both were drawn in dark, violent colors.

Alexander’s POV I know this feeling of drawing someone’s picture when you miss them the most. We drew the curves as if we are touching them. We shade the corner of lips as if they are smiling for us and especially, we live in the moment of our past as if it is playing before us. We draw to stay close, to feel home, to feel safe, to feel their warmth and finally to feel them. I did it once after the death of that woman, after pushing Celia successfully because of my arrogant ass, nonsense judgment and baseless assumptions. I drew how she laughed after running away from the thugs. That was the first ever time I saw her laughing and giving a reaction like that. Back then or the other seconds be