La Llorona Drawing Easy Novels & Stories

" 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.

Another little girl held up her paper. "Luna Selene, I don't know how to draw flowers." Selene moved her chair a little closer. "Let me show you." She picked up a pencil and lightly drew a small circle. "Start here." The little girl copied her movements carefully. "Like this?" "A little rounder." The girl erased it and tried again. "This one?" Selene nodded. "Much better. Now draw the petals around it." The little girl slowly followed each step, and when the flower was finally finished, her face lit up.

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.

Softly said Layla. “Awww Lay!!” both Evey and Lisa exclaimed. They could feel how genuine Layla was behind her words. All three girls huddled in for a group hug before everyone went their separate ways. Layla closed the door and turned to face the now empty house. All the kids went to school and Linda was due to come back that evening. She was once again left to her own vices, only this time, the strange symbols in her sketchbook could keep her busy. She walked back into her room and continued to inspect her sketchbook. The symbol which had initially been drawn messily on the corners of the book, gradually got better along the sides and led to the middle of the page where one large neatly dr

“Then… thank you, Lerder. For giving this ground back to us all.” He hesitated before nodding. “Thank you too.” Elara pressed their joined hands close to her chest. The partnership rippling through roots, sun, air. At midday, children gathered under the old oak by the healer’s hearth. Eluna stood before them, her sketchbook in hand, she traced their small faces. “What do you imagine this line to be?” She pointed to a sinuous line drawn in the dirt. “Draw it in the air.” A young shifter girl drew a glowing spiral—wolf and bird shapes emerged. A human boy traced it as a river.

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.

The October evening was warm inside and cold outside and the particular quality of a gathering at the turn of the season when the warmth of people together was the right answer to the cold world beyond the walls. The next day Calla’s drawing arrived. A birthday drawing. Elena had written on the back that Calla had spent three days on it and had told her it was the most important drawing she had ever done. It showed the web. More detailed than the previous drawings. Each node is a specific figure now, not abstract shapes but people, each one different from the others in small ways that suggested Calla was feeling individual presences in the web clearly enough to render them distinct. In the c

“No, thank you, for giving me another chance.” Layla was on the bed, scribbling in a note book. I sat beside her. “What are you writing?” I questioned. “I’m drawing,” she answered, her eyes never leaving her work. I couldn’t help but smile at that. “What are you drawing then?” “That,” she pointed to the first stick figure, “Is momma and this is me.” I couldn’t deny the sting in my chest at the fact that she might never see me as her mother. Cassian’s comforting hand rested on my shoulder.

Not even the breaths of the others rose to a sound. Lola reached out for the pen and pinched it between her fingers. She looked at the X where her name would go. With a shaky hand, she pressed the tip against the paper, and the ink formed a blob. She saw her hand moving in slow motion as the letters to her name were written down. Lola Graves

, I chipped know with a chirpy voice and I could see it in their expressions that it got on their last nerves. I watched them with hooded eyes as they shred the ugly designs into pieces and sighed when they handed me the sketchpad back. "You must think this is funny, but you haven't seen aything yet. You will sit here and draw me other better designs", Lola snapped angrily, and I shrugged. "Of course", I replied with a smile. I took out my drawing materials from my bag and began to draw again. The dresses I drew were not much different from the ugly ones I had drawn earlier. This time, they were more hideous, giving exaggerated views of what Lola had described her dress to look like.