Crying Eye Drawing Novels & Stories

And the first thing that caught my eye? The drawings. The first one was dark. Black scribbles, angry strokes all across the canvas like someone tried to scratch their pain into it. In the middle, a small girl drawn in thin red lines stood alone, facing a locked door. She had no eyes. Just emptiness on her face. The second was a mess of words, written over each other—"HELP," "ENOUGH," "WHY," "PLEASE"—scattered across a shape of a woman curled up, her back to the world.

"It's missing both ears." I watch as he picks up the stick this time and makes on the sand, two medium sized 'c's on both sides of the drawing. We both tilt our heads to the left at the same time and stare at the drawing on the sand. One of the eyes are way bigger than the other and the nose seems to be falling out of proportion, the shape of the head looks like that of an amoeba while the ears he just drew isn't fully connected to the face. "I think it's phenomenal," He says.

he asked as he turned her eyes to his own. She shook her head, more tears rolling, and he tried to turn away, but he refused. “If you don't like the drawing, you can tell me, okay. I would draw another one. A better one for you that does not mean you should cry. Or did I do something worthy?” he asked. She shook her head and turned to him, her eyelashes laced with tears“. No”, she answered. “Then what is the matter. One second ago, you were happy, and now you are crying.

The one with the blue eyes is the smallest of the four, slightly smaller than the yellow eyed one. Apart from their eye colors and size difference I could also decode that they have different traits and attributes from just observing the drawings and the way they have been drawn. The blue eyed creature, although the smallest, seemed to be the most active of the four as I could see many drawings of it with either one or two of the other creatures in an interactive manner. In fact it is the one that appeared most in the diary. The red eye creature which is the biggest is also the angriest as the drawings depicted it spitting out fire from its mouth. It's so fearsome and it seemed to have domi

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Vixen. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Vixen says, kissing her cheek.

My heart beat a thousand times as I snatched the paper from her hand, running to the window to get a better view of the cursive writing, by the tim I unfolded the paper in the sunlight, I saw the striking drawing of a blue orchid, just the shade of that strangers blue eyes, and under the drawing in very fine and small cursive writing, I saw the letter L My eyes widened involuntarily and my feeble hands began to tremble, I exchanged eye contacts with Amanda and I let out a loud gasp.

Not broken. Just… holding onto love. As I drew, my chest started to feel tight. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I let them fall. Because for the first time in a long time… I wasn’t running from my feelings. I was letting them out. --- Hours passed without me noticing. When I finally stepped back, my hands were shaking. The drawing was simple… but it was real. Too real. I looked at it and whispered, “This is me…”

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

I wonder if he's going to kill me. Behind that yellow, charcoal-stained page was the drawing of a face, Artemisia thought it was the weeping being under Delfine's bedroom window. The great aunt had used lipstick to make the eyes and tears in that drawing, the way she had chosen to express his pain made it easy for anyone who saw the drawing to feel those feelings.