Cry Now Smile Later Drawings Novels & Stories

“ Do you mean like a picture?” “ No, mail it to me from the post office right now,” he said sarcastically. “ Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes even though he could not see me. I flipped through my drawing pad searching for anything worth sharing. I settled for the drawing of a wolf that I had drawn and colored. It was of a white wolf and a dark-furred wolf in the forest. I took a picture of it and sent it to him. “ uh, did you get it?” “ wow…” he trailed off, and I could hear him trying to hold back his laughter

On the facing side was another image of me, this time my eyes closed, chin lifted like I was luxuriating in a warm ray of sunlight. My mouth hung open slightly as I gently touched the image. It was beautiful, far more beautiful than I thought I really was. I turned the page, and there was another of me smiling beatifically up at something I couldn't see, and another of me running, looking back over my shoulder laughing. There were more, almost a dozen, each lovingly sketched. I couldn't stop looking at them. "I drew them the night after I met you."

Drawing would be a good way to kill time, and it would help her relax. Crystal smiled as she went into the living room. She sat on the couch, pulled out her book and a pen from the coffee table’s drawer, and began to draw. She had only been drawing for a short while, though, before the cut on the back of her hand split open. She bit her lower lip as searing pain ran up her brain. Luckily, the wound was covered, so she did not bleed on her book, but red roses pressed through the cotton. Fu*k it! - she thought, and she kept on drawing.

“You are still the same little Robin-hood. You haven’t grown up at all.” “The childish self inside you, hasn’t grown at all.” “And it will never will.” “You soul is golden, it won’t age with time.” “A timeless beauty.” Robin looked up at her hearing that phrase. “What did you say?”. “What?”. “The last line.” “Oh, Timeless beauty?”. “What about it?”. “Do you think I can create a picture based on that theme?”. Noir gave it a thought and turns to him. “Sounds like a good topic. But what are you going to draw?”.

One is smaller, like some kind of note, compared to the other. Nicoli must have drawn something. I guess it, feeling a warmth grow over my face. He is drawing for me again. I can’t help but leave it for the bigger one. But I barely need to open it before I let out a loud laugh. “Nicoli’s drawn another picture.” “Did he?” Mykhol goes, leaning closer but my words fall away. I find myself falling into the familiar shapes. The purple and brown figures that Nicoli keeps saying are us, are smiling.

“You have big, beautiful blue eyes. You should emphasize that. Also, your expression is sort of a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. When a person smiles, their cheeks are rounder up beneath your eyes. You could try changing that.” I moved the paper back over and studied it. She was right. “Thanks,” I told her. “Sure.” “Also, that’s not your nose,” Brice chimed in, even though I hadn’t asked. “You drew some sort of a snout. You have a cute little button nose.” He wasn’t even looking at me. “How do you know?” I asked, offended.

My chest tightens. Mom leans over. “Draw him a smile, sweetheart,” she says. Lila grabs a crayon. “Why do you not smile, Uncle Vor?” she asks. Her eyes big. Innocent. “You look sad.” The room quiets. Even the ocean seems to pause. I set my fork down. “I smile plenty, monster,” I say. I force a grin, wide but fake. “See? Happy.” Lila tilts her head. “Not real,” she says. “Real smiles go to your eyes.”

Solène’s smile never faded as she collected them, her eyes dropping to the drawing Katie had made. “What is this?” She asked gently, taking the drawings—bright colors, uneven shapes, familiar figures. “I’m still learning to draw people.” Katie said, scooting to Solene’s side. Then, one by one, she pointed at the figures on the paper Solene held on top. “This is Grandma, this is you, this is Mommy, and this is Uncle Atlas!” She said, proud of herself. Solène raised a brow. “That’s good. You almost got our faces right.” She laughed.

Standing beside him, holding his hand. I felt something strange lodge in my throat. I swallowed hard. “Not bad.” Smith looked at his drawing, then back at me. “You’re hard to draw.” I smirked. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” And later that night, when he wasn’t looking, I took the drawing and carefully tucked it away in my drawer. Just in case.

Outside the window rain tapped softly against the glass. Students hurried beneath umbrellas while lights slowly flickered on around campus. Jessica looked down at the drawing again. Picked up her pencil. Sophie glanced over. "What are you doing?" Jessica stared at the page quietly. Then softly said: "Adding something." "What?" Jessica looked down at the unfinished face. Slowly... Very slowly... she drew a smile. Not a huge one. Not a perfect one. Just a small one. A real one. Then she sat staring at it.