Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

Curiosity hit and I grabbed it while he had his eyes closed under the water. I flipped it open. Page after page of me. Sketches. Some recent, some older. Years older. Me at family dinners, head down drawing. Me asleep on the couch. Me in a swimsuit at the lake house, lines so careful they looked reverent. "Elias." My voice came out small. He opened his eyes. Saw what I held. Didn't snatch it away. Just watched me. "You drew these before I got here," I said. "Way before."

The sun was rising. Elena ran into the room, still in her pajamas, holding a drawing. “Mama! Look!” Ava looked. It was a picture of all of them—the whole group, drawn in crayon, smiling. She saw herself, and Oliver, and Elena. She saw Ethan and Mia, Tori and Derek, Marcus and Samira, Jake and Nina. She saw the children, the dog, the garden. And in the corner, a small heart. “It’s us,” Elena said.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Indeed, her light ebony skin glowed with dark beauty, only adding to the extreme beauty of her picturesque face. The show stopper for young Ellie was her big dreamy eyes, full of sweetness and innocence topped by long feather- like languorous eyelashes. These eyes, with their dark stunning beauty, held such power that when she turned them on her daddy, not once did they ever fail to melt his heart. In addition to her fawn like eyes, Ellie was blessed with a pert little nose and full sensual blossom-pink lips that, due to several factors, had yet to be tasted by others outside of her immediate family.

It was Elias’s. Page after page of fragmented thoughts, paranoia, drawings. Sketches of rooms with no doors. Phrases underlined over and over: He sees me. He watches even when I sleep. I have to stay clean. I have to stay worthy. Then drawings of faces. One of them looked like Ryan. No Ryan realized it was someone who looked like him. Same eyes. Same jaw. It was drawn again and again smiling, sleeping, bleeding. And on the final page, in rough scrawl:

“He said you’re like a lion, but with a soft heart. ” She laughed softly. “That doesn’t even make sense.” "Yeah. Lions are so huge. Their hearts are very hard. That is why they can roar like raaaawwwrr." Something in her chest tightened and she swallowed. Later that afternoon, Elias insisted they draw pictures. She sat cross-legged on the balcony, a sketchpad on her lap. Elias drew something with a lot of stick arms and declared it was a battle scene. Ayra drew the greenhouse and gardenias. When he looked at hers, he said, “That looks like you.”

the sketch artist prompted without looking up. “Straight bridge, slightly broken at the tip—like it’s been punched during a fight." The artist adjusted, drawing with practiced precision. Sofia leaned over the artist's shoulder for a peek, but didn’t comment. “Shall we go over the eyes again ?,” the artist continued. “Almond-shaped, you said?” John nodded. “Yes. Piercing and daring. And he had a scar—barely noticeable—just under his left brow.” The pencil paused, it made a correction, and continued.

I tilted my head and bit my lower lip and look away. His face is full of different colors with different drawings. There's a big black circle around his eyes and if he closes his eyes you could see a another eye on it. I have drawn a hair at circles on his nose and something like a booger on it. I draw a middle finger on his cheeks and a drawl on his mouth. I even made his thick eyebrows thicker! However, he still looks handsome yet funny. My eyes widened when he stood up. "You are done? Then leave!" I gulped so hard and hide the nervousness I'm feeling.

Standing next to a smaller wolf with brown fur and a flower in her mouth. "That's me," Lila said, pointing to the smaller wolf. "And that's him. We're friends." I smiled despite everything. "Okay. Come sit." --- Lila climbed onto the bed. Sat cross-legged at Kael's feet. Held up the drawing so he could see it if he opened his eyes. "This is for you," she said. "I colored your eyes silver because Ellie said that's what they look like when you're being brave." Kael didn't move.