Cute New Year's Drawings Novels & Stories

“Can we see?” “Yeah!” she vigorously nods, presenting us with the drawing. “Tada!” “Hmm, and what are we looking at?” Alpha Knox frowns, examining the mess she created on this paper. This drawing is very much like the drawings I've been seeing from her, it's so different from the previous masterpiece she showed us. “I painted my five-ith birthday party.” she frowns, studying him like he should already know what it is because the drawing is so clear.

Close to midnight, Ecto can distinctly hear the revelry crescendoing and, simultaneous with a countdown party on TV, his virtual heart speeds up as Nate and the Lapuz family scream: “Five… four… three… two… one… Happy New Year!” Inside Kate’s turned on and propped-up phone, Ecto’s jumping up and down in excitement. He’s wearing polka dot pj’s because Kate told him it’s also lucky at New Year’s. She also told him that jumping at exactly 12 midnight will make him grow taller. She somehow forgot to mention that the last advice is suitable only for kids. “Yeah, keep jumping, Ecto!” Mrs. Lapuz cheers him on as she picks up the smartphone and jumps herself. With her added arm length, the star-lant

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

In the centre of the drawing was Luna. Smaller than the other figures. Surrounded by all of them. And around Luna, drawn in a different colour, a quality that Calla had somehow captured in crayon on paper, the particular warmth of every node oriented toward the one in the centre. Ninety-seven presences. All of them present to the one who was one year old. The web as Calla felt it on Luna’s birthday. Drawn by a four-year-old with the fluency of someone who had not known it.

Under the dark sky, a burst of colorful fireworks suddenly lit up, making even the dark rooms in the house bright. I looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight. It was a new year. Watching the fireworks, I felt happier than I ever had before. The fireworks kept going, lighting up the sky as if they were showing us the way for the year ahead. I smiled, went back to my room, and snuggled into my cozy bed.

This kept the temperature transition minimal. New Year’s Eve superstitions—to which I was no stranger—must have been running rampant. I found myself standing in a long line at the cash register waiting for those ahead of me to buy scratch-off tickets. There was a cut off time for the lotto—something I never played. The fact that they were allowing customers to buy only scratch-off tickets and not the lottery numbers didn’t seem to matter. Apparently, the fact that it was New Year’s Eve made it an especially auspicious time to gamble no matter the game.

It’s end of the 4th quarter, it’s actually New Year’s Eve and she’s so happy because no transformation has happened. “Mommy, I’m so happy that you’re here now. We’re complete,” said Drew. “Yes, from this day forward, I will always here by your side. Nothing can separate us from one another,” added Jette. “Jette, look at Albert… He wants to eat chocolate cake already,” said Mr. Arden. “Oh yeah, Dad, let’s just wait for Naz, she borrowed Crystal for a while,” said Jette.

In the end, I randomly typed in that day's date—0101. My breath hitched when the password was accepted. There was a collection of photos in the chat. I tapped into a photo of a young girl holding a card with "Happy New Year" printed on it. She was smiling so wide that her eyes had crinkled into crescents. She was also clutching a box with a doll nestled inside. The caption that was attached to the photo read, "Mommy's New Year's present for Lindsey. She was so happy that she started jumping for joy."

🌟 Happy New Year! 🌟 May this new year bring you fresh hope, renewed strength, and endless opportunities. May your days be filled with joy, peace, and success. 🙏 New Year Prayers: I pray that God goes ahead of you this year, opening doors no one can shut. May He grant you good health, wisdom, favor, and protection. May your efforts be crowned with success, and may sorrow, lack, and failure be far from you. This year shall be your season of breakthrough and testimony.

I smile up at Jake and he faces me with arms folded across his chest. "Do you like it?" He walks closer to the table. I look into his eyes, which are glued to the paper. I notice he is anxious, waiting for my approval. "Yes, this is beautiful. I'm- I'm completely flabbergasted. I didn't know you could draw this well." I return my gaze to the drawing. He has drawn the petals floating away in the wind. It is still just my three petals on the ground. Why hasn't he drawn his petals?