Crying Eye Drawing Novels & Stories

She tilted her head. It was the exact same gesture Aurora used when reviewing a blueprint. "Most children at this age draw symbols," Ms. Elena said. "A circle for a head. Sticks for legs. Hope is drawing... feeling." She handed Aurora a sheet of paper. It was dry. "She did this one ten minutes ago. We asked them to paint 'happy'." Aurora took the paper. It wasn't a smiley face. It wasn't a sun. It was a burst of yellow and orange, radiating outward from a center point. It looked like an explosion. Or a sunrise. It was vibrant, chaotic, and undeniably emotional.

"Hey, kiddo." Her big blue eyes beam in happiness. "What are you drawing?" I ask, walking over to the abandoned paper she was working on moments before. She catches up to me taking my hand, she then leads me the rest of the way to the drawing. I pick up the picture and look it over, there's a yellow sun in the top corner with grey clouds around it. Towards the bottom is two people, both stick figures, ones taller with short hair and the others shorter with long hair. The two people are holding hands.

My eyes skimmed over every inch of that drawing, pausing once I noticed something in the bottom left corner. The colors were just a hint darker and the page was just noticeably wrinkled. Like it had gotten wet. But from what? She never had any sort of drink by her whenever she drew so the only other conclusion I could come to was tears. Why would she have been crying? My train of thought was quickly cut off by a knock at the door, causing me to sit straight up slam the sketchbook shut in surprise. I guess deep down I knew I shouldn’t have been looking through it...

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

drawing a living being for the first time. And that living would be my Alpha I smiled ruefully as I started moving the pencil on the plain paper, drawing the lines of his face first. His charming image kept replaying in my head – his dark but cute eyes, slightly bushy brows, and lips… . I focused so much on it, putting in my very best and as I did, a tear came rolling down my cheek – a tear of gratitude. I couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if Mr. Jack had succeeded in getting me. I couldn’t imagine it.

"Alex, " "Alex's d...drawing , " He spoke in between his sobs which made Inessa to trail her eyes at that drawing page he was holding in his tiny fist. Inessa carefully examined that drawing and sighed a heavy breath when she realised what was the problem. "Alex, don't worry. We will fix your drawing with gum, " She told him because his drawing page got teared out and she knew it he was crying for that reason. Mirana gave a confused look to Inessa who was signalling her to look at his drawing and Mirana also understood what was the issue.

Thinking about her made the haze clear from my gaze until I could see things a lot clearer. "Who are you green-eyed human," I asked the room, then picked up my drawing pad. Inhaling deeply, I started to draw her, her face flashing into my mind. The anger, pain, and passion in her fierce gaze became clearer the longer I pictured her face in my head. My hands worked fast until I was staring at what I'd drawn. The human kneeled over her last kill, a cry on her lips as she raised her dagger to stab into his chest.

"I can't explain it, but I just need you to trust me." Sawyer's fingers ran over a drawing of eyes that were sketched landscape. It was smudged in areas to create shading and the blue and black colours of the irises shouted out at him—it was like looking in a mirror and for a moment, he thought he could see himself reflected in their image. Maybe she was on to something and the longer he looked at the drawings, the more he became determined to find out.

"The new teachers will be very kind to you. No one will ever bully you again." Stanley buried his little face in the crook of my shoulder and gave a muffled "okay". After a moment, he said softly, "Daddy, I drew a picture for you." He handed me the piece of paper. There was a tree and three people on it—me, Stanley, and Carmen, whom he had barely seen since he was old enough to remember. The moment I saw the drawing, tears fell before I could stop them. "Daddy, why are you crying? Did I not draw it well?" Stanley wrapped his arms around mine.