Elf Eyes Drawing の小説・ストーリー

she said While scanning the small house, he saw a little boy sitting alone at the corner of the shop with a colour pencil in his hand, drawing something. His plump lips didn't go unnoticed by David as it was slightly puckering and his black hair was cut neatly into a cute bowl cut with his short legs dangling in the air, seeming to enjoy his own drawings David softened at the sight of that little boy knowing fully who that kid belongs to. Him. And only him. David. He could see strong features of that little kid in him, that cute nose, plump pink lips puckering and he could see Jenne's eyes in that kid. A beautiful and twinkling hazel orbs.

It's made by kindergarten students” one of the teachers replied. “Yeah, here are twenty students in kindergarten,” the Principal said. “Ok, let me see those drawings,” I said, taking pictures from the table. All pictures of family drawings made by kindergarten students. If my babies are alive, they must have studied in kindergarten. I saw all the beautiful pictures, but one picture got my attention. There was one girl with blue eyes and long blonde hair, I don't understand why but her features look like Rose's besides there is a shadow of men in black. There are two babies. One little girl with green eyes and black hair while the boy was having blue eyes and black hair, and he was seated in

In front of the child lay a large pad of heavy drawing paper, a scattered set of colored pencils Eleanor had produced from an old drawer downstairs, and the intensely focused expression of someone who had been given materials and was taking the responsibility entirely seriously. Eleanor sat in the high-backed armchair right beside her. Her reading glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose, her own hardcover book resting wide open in her lap. It had remained unread for the last twenty minutes. She was simply watching Liyana draw. The child had been narrating the progress of her pencil for eleven consecutive minutes. It was a house with a disproportionately large front door. There was a b

“The one with silver eyes. He was standing outside our window. Watching. He said we’d see Mommy again. But not the way we think.” Yvette looked at the drawing. It was a stick figure man with white circles for eyes. And in the background—a building on fire. ---

“Do you think it means something?” I hugged my knees. “I don’t know. But I think she’s real.” Rhett rubbed his eyes. “Could you give me a sketch or something?” I got out of bed, tiptoed over to the desk, and grabbed some paper and crayons. I didn’t talk—I just drew. Big swirly black veil. Hollow eyes. Long fingers. Long black dress. Rhett stared at it like he was studying a treasure map. “That’s... not normal,” he said.

"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.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

Her body went still. Curious, I zoomed in further. My chest tightened immediately. It was me. A sketch of me. Tall, Broad shoulders and Sharp jawline. Dark shadows carved across the page like violence itself had been drawn into ink. But the eyes.. The eyes weren’t cruel. There was rage there, yes. Darkness too. But hidden beneath the sharp lines was something softer. Human. The realization hit me harder than it should have. Elara stared at the sketch for a long moment before snapping the book shut like she was angry at herself for drawing it.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.