Hidden Pictures Book Drawings Novels & Stories

she murmured under her breath, pulling it from the shelf. The leather creaked as she opened the book. The pages were yellowed and delicate, and they carried the unmistakable weight of time. She flicked through them slowly, careful not to cause any tears. The illustrations it held were beautiful ink drawings of thick forests, full moons, animals that looked almost… too detailed. Too intelligent. Then a page stopped her. An elaborate drawing of a clearing, large, ringed by ancient trees. She squinted. It looked oddly familiar.

"Go!" He lets out a chuckle before grabbing his clothes and walking out. I sat on his bed and look around. His drawing book caught my eyes and I find myself looking through them once again. There were at least ten drawings. Most of them were just sceneries of the beach, a cliff, a bridge and many more. Then I landed on the very last page. It's a ballroom. With a couple dancing in the middle of it. You can't see their faces but somehow you can tell that they're smiling happily. Huh. That's weird this wasn't there yesterday when I looked through it. I remembered the last one being an unrecognisable boy standing in the middle of the streets with cars passing by him. Oh wait, that's in the previ

Her painting book. She didn’t touch it for weeks. She slowly approached it and the page which caught her eyes was Becca’s face painted in the book. Chloe’s hand trembled from seeing that face. It’s a pencil sketch of Becca’s face. Becca has a fierce look in that drawing. Who drew this picture when she didn’t touch it for weeks? She didn’t even take that book to school. Did someone enter her house? Is it M.W? or is it drawn by herself without her knowledge? Everyone wondered that she’s a psychic.

Archie smiles and hands over the sketchbook to her. Melanie mouthed a ‘thank you’ as she collect the book from him. She flip the first page and smile at what he drew. It was a sketch of a tree with no leave. She flip to the next page and her eyes widen in shock, it was a drawing of a bird with no eyes. “This is what I called ‘masterpiece’,” she nods at the sketch which sent her to a land of fantasy. She keeps on flipping through the book till she gets to the middle of the book. Archie cross his arms over his chest as he wanted to see the look on her face in the next sketch.

“I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos. For the sake of all books! I vow and look for my quill. Where could it be? “Oh, he’s drawn you a picture.”Maddie flips the letter for both of us to see. It’s another of Nicoli’s artworks- I see more stick figures. One is brown and the other purple. They seem to be eating. Bread? Or pie? And a rectangular creature, a horse/bear, sits with them. I feel my lips crack into a smile at the sight. It makes my chest grow warm and

“Yes, ma’am.” As she moves toward the flat-screen across the room, I return to the suitcase, pulling out one of Liam’s sketchbooks. The cover is bent, the corners smudged with fingerprints, but inside? Dinosaurs. Rainbows. One drawing of a house with three stick figures: one tall, one medium, one small. He’d labeled them—Mommy, Liam, and Daddy Knoxx. I press the sketchbook to my chest and try not to cry. The TV clicks on.

The page blurred for a moment, but when I blinked and rubbed my eyes, my sight cleared, and something unusual caught my eye. “Wait,” I whispered. Kylan looked up instantly. “What?” I leaned closer to the page, tracing my fingers over the sketch in the middle. The book was clearly old, both hand-drawn and handwritten in a script that was hard to make out, but I knew it was the right page. ‘The Box of Ashes.’ “Look,” I pointed out. “Aren’t these the symbols from the box?”

The old sketch book and the old diary. “I think that has all the answers you need….or at least some of it.” My throat grew both numb and painful at the same time, my fingers trembled as a tear drop stained the worn cover of the diary. The dust covered it lightly after I wiped it off, but I could see the old pink color and the long ropes attached to the book. I pulled it apart and watched as the book fell open. My breath caught in my throat when I started the first page. It wasn’t filled with words, but tiny doodles and drawings all around. Flowers, socks, books, stars, little hearts, and right in the center of the page were three names written over and over again;

Hair products were on the nightstand, while notebooks covered another table. His eye was drawn to a colorful drawing. As he approached the table, he saw that the notebook was full of drawings. Not just drawings—some kind of graphic novel? He began to flip through the notebook. He was hardly some graphic novel enthusiast—he hadn’t read a comic since he’d been a kid—but he could see talent in the drawings. The strokes of the pencil, the light and shadow, it all seemed to reflect Thea as a person. When he came to one passage, he even chuckled at the dialogue.

I picked it up and took a seat on the bed, before flipping it open. It was filled with… drawings. Drawings so realistic, they told stories better than any picture ever could. A smile curved on my lips at the fact that Asher drew all this. On the first page was the picture of a woman, who reminded me of Jane—or perhaps it was just the fact that she had red hair.. I turned over to the next page. On it was the drawing of a boy, seated in a dark empty space. The third drawing gave me a pause. It was of a woman in a bathtub, her wrist split and blood gushing out of the wound.