Katniss Everdeen Drawings 소설 & 이야기

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

Nola finished as she pointed at the two tiny babies sitting between Katherine's legs in her drawing. "Very good," Dr. Coleman praised. "It's lovely sweetie, you are excellent at drawing," Katherine said. "Okay, so here's our next drawing," Dr. Coleman held up Kat's drawing, which depicted all of them at the beach. She explained what was taking place in the picture and how happy everyone was. Aiden was next. His picture showed him as a protector of his family. He drew them sitting on the couch at home watching cartoons, with his hands embracing them all.

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.

I arranged all I've drawn, observing it all, shocked to see that all I've drawn are the female in my life, from Fiona to Caramel, to Mom, to Josette even stupid Lizabeth and as weird as it is, I drew her too, I didn't even know I remembered every detail of her beautiful face vividly, her brown flowing hair and her gunmetal grey eyes, perfect description of her, of Lia, I wonder how she is now. I ruffled my hair as I got up, realizing I'm hungry and I'm certain Kai won't be around, even if he is, he's not talking to me, not that I blame him though, and even if we are on the same page, his food are the last thing I would ever taste on this planet. I packed my tools back, but I couldn't pack th

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.

He seemed to have been very busy lately, and this was just a temporary place for him to sleep. The maid was by her bedside. Catelyn didn't wash up. She asked the maid to prepare a pen and paper at once. Catelyn, with those remaining memories of her dream, sketched the cliff, the burning car, and the corpse quickly. While drawing, she felt her heart ache as if a mysterious force drove her to record this scene. When the maid saw that Catelyn was drawing a burning person, she turned pale with fear and wanted to call someone over.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” He kissed her on the forehead, the familiar warmth of her skin almost undoing him completely. Tessa grabbed his hand, tugging at it with excitement. “Come look! I made something.” Kris let her pull him across the room, each step feeling like a lead weight. She led him to the floor where a pencil drawing lay on a sheet of paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb as he looked at the drawing. It was simple—just three stick people. A man, a woman, and a little girl in between them holding both of their hands.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

Several pages in, there was a picture of Kieran. However, his handsome face was adorned with peculiar drawings—a pair of glasses, some wrinkles on his head, scribbles that changed his nose into a pig's nose, and cat whiskers on his cheeks. Below the whimsical sketch was boldly inscribed "villain". By the handwriting alone, Bennett could tell it wasn't Melissa's. Unfazed, he turned to the next page. The next page had a few notes from Melissa, but most were underlined key points from the book. It was hard to tell if she had paid attention during class.

The dawn broke with a sullen sky, casting a gray pall over the rogue encampment. Charollet sat by the dying embers of the communal fire, her fingers stained with charcoal as she sketched absentmindedly on a scrap of parchment. The lines formed a visage stern eyes, a cruel smirk, Kade's face etched into the paper as if her hand moved of its own accord. She crumpled the drawing, tossing it into the fire. The flames licked at the paper hungrily, consuming the image as swiftly as he had invaded her life.