Cry Now Smile Later Drawings Novels & Stories

I looked my age, even if I didn't always act it. I stood before my large vanity mirror, admiring the smooth, rested face that looked back. Just because I didn't smile didn't mean I was a tyrant. Just because someone who offended me somehow disappears from the corporate landscape doesn't mean I was the one who did it. I simply didn't like smiling. It made my chest hurt, a dull ache I preferred to keep hidden. There was nothing to gain from explaining my genuine emotions to the fake people who populated my world and only wanted something from me. Then, watching my reflection, I smiled—a quick, genuine, private flash of amusement only my reflection ever saw. I gently touched my cheek.

Tom told Diana every single thing she had missed, using drawings from his school bag to explain. "This one," Tom said, spreading a drawing flat on the table with great authority, "is when Grace first smiled. Mummy said it was probably wind but I know it wasn't because she was looking at me." Diana studied the drawing with complete seriousness. It appeared to show a large figure, a small figure, and something that was either a sun or an explosion. "Which one are you?" "The tall one." "You've made yourself quite tall."

My heart softens instantly. “Mama!” he yells, running to me as soon as I step out of the car. “Hey, bug,” I say, scooping him into a hug. “What’s that you’ve got there?” “My drawing!” Liam says proudly, unfolding it for me to see. It’s a colorful crayon picture of me, my parents, and Liam, all holding hands under a big yellow sun. But there’s an empty space on one side of the page.

she continued. The girl draws a curt smile but deep inside she is now filled with contentment. Niki spoke again, "I actually met Cole earlier this day. I also wanted to say my final goodbye directly." "Are you leaving?" "Yup, for good. And you know, his bearing now is damn in love! I just wanna kick his balls for being so inspired." The two girls in that neat and aesthetic tiny place giggled with bliss. *Earlier that day... "Hey, Cole!" Niki arrived at Xander's office upon proper appointment. The man just went too high, he is barely reachable.

It was a colorful crayon drawing of three stick figures standing hand in hand in front of a giant yellow house. Me, Liam, and Charlotte. "That's beautiful, sweetie," I murmured, my finger tracing the bright lines. "Daddy's head is exceptionally large, though." Charlotte giggled, leaning her head against my shoulder. "Because Daddy is super tall and super smart!" "Fair enough," I chuckled, before pointing to the figure next to him. "And this is me?" "Yup! See how big your smile is?" I stared at the cheerful red curve on the paper figure's face. "Why am I smiling so much?"

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...

I glimpsed at Anthony who was already looking at me, a smile crept onto his face, of course he remembered. ~Flashback~ “I don't know why you like drawing this much Tony, I like drawing too, but I think you're obsessed, I mean seriously why would you want to draw me as a big girl while I'm not. I mean I'm still five, plus this totally not going to be me when I'm older", I said pointing to the big ugly girl on the paper that Tony just decided to draw, he's just crazy, why would I grow up and become like this girl over here? Tony smiled one of his awesome smiles, he sounds really sweet when he smiles like that. "Here I’ll put some lipstick on you and you'll be prettier", he said painting my lip

But then I saw it. Three figures appeared on the page, standing side by side. All of them were smiling, their hands linked together. The figures were simple, childlike, but unmistakable. A woman, a man, and a little girl. And underneath each person, Jasmine had carefully written the names: Mommy, Daddy, Jasmine. My breath caught in my throat. I felt my pulse quicken as my eyes moved over the drawing again. The happiness, the simplicity of it—it struck me harder than I expected.

my father asked quietly. "God, I hope not." My voice cracked. "He's my baby, Dad. I don't know what to do." Lucian padded over, barefoot and grinning, holding up a sketchpad. "Look what I drew!" He flipped it around. A caricature - me with exaggerated sharp jaw and tattoos, my father beside me looking stern and regal, both of us sitting exactly like this by the pool. It was surprisingly good for a thirteen-year-old. "This is the trend now," Lucian announced proudly. "Caricatures. I made one for you guys."

I picked it up and felt my bottom lip quiver. It was a drawing of me with my glasses and my sweat pants and shirt with a sliver of my stomach sticking out and my hair going everywhere looking tired. In the background was a drawing that resembled James with hearts in his eyes and his jaw hanging open staring at me. 'You're so beautiful. Can't wait for tonight.'