Crying Eye Drawing Novels & Stories

Next, my hand drew a female shape whose face is divided right in the middle of the vertical line. I keep sketching the woman's face with different emotions in both parts of the face. On the right side shows a full lonely face, it seems like she's living alone in her dark world, with tears of pain in her eyes. On the left side, it shows bravery but still a fragile woman, she always has to put a smile on her face to show everyone that she's okay. Next, I drew her long hair that is blown by the breeze, then her hands are intertwined with each other. I finally drew its dress which is also freely blown around by the wind. Gray on the left and white on the right.

She was crying. He blinked. This wasn't just a drawing. This was... vulnerable. He flipped again. Another scene: The same girl, it seemed, from behind. She was bent over a low table, a plug visibly lodged in her ass, the faint trace of a tail drawn with just a few flicks of the pencil. Her back was arched, and the shape of a flogger hung over her shoulder, just the tips of it drawn mid-swing. In the margin: "Only allowed to cum after she cries."

I could sense one of the girls cheering for me, and just for that, I knew it was Rebekka. The Queen stepped forward. "Now, the second test. It's for you to draw something of your choice," she seemed to be paying attention to something beyond me, and I sensed some people come in and put something in front of me, probably a painting frame. "So, what can you draw?" "Anything," by how I heard more than one people scoff in disbelief, they didn't believe in me. "Just name it and I'll draw it!" I said with confidence. "Can you draw me?" Rai surprised both me and everybody else with his suggestion. "You've already seen how I'll die, so, you can look in my eyes and draw me. Can you do it?" He probabl

"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.

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.'

And in one of the windows— A third figure. Small. Watching. But different from all the other drawings. This figure wasn't dark and featureless. This one had a face. Simple crayon lines. Two eyes. A small mouth. Turned upward. Smiling. Lily held the drawing out to Mara. "For you," she said. Mara looked at it. At the figure in the window. At the face that was finally visible. Finally present. No longer waiting. Her hand when she took the drawing was not entirely steady.

I didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I snatched a piece of paper and a pencil from my bag. I didn't listen to a word about the French Revolution. I just started drawing. I drew Ace’s face. I did my best to make sure his eyes look as cold as they really were. Then, I started writing around it. *Die.* *Go to hell.* *I hate you.* The cursives were messy and sharp, filling the space around his head. It felt good to press the pencil into the paper until it almost tore. It was the only way I could actually scream without making a sound.

It was the regular one he carried around. As I opened each pages, my eyes narrowed at the incomplete drawing of a lady's eye. It was up to five pages then another one with the pair of eyes then more pages with the pair of eyes and lips. Why does this feature look really familiar? Finally, I reached the last one and my eyes went wide as realization came pouring on me like a cold water. With my lips parted, I turned a shocked face to Alec who just gave a shrug. What did he mean by that?

MIA I look down at my sketch pad for a minute. I need to get this right. Something is wrong with it. I hold it in front of me to get a better view. hmmm. I look back at Noah then back at my pad. It's the eyes. The eyes don't capture the same emotion as his. I look back at Noah. His gaze is so concentrated on the fire that he doesn't even notice. His eyes are so focused and intense. I can see the bright blue ring that surrounds his eye and how it slowly fades into a darker blue towards the pupil. I erase the eyes and redraw them. I keep on flicking my view back and forth between my pad and Noah's eyes. I draw a defined circle. I keep drawing until I get it just right. I look back at it and se

She drew herself smiling, and I'm pretty sure she even gave herself a hint of blush. She even drew me smiling. Which I was. I loved that dance. 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.