La Llorona Drawing Easy Novels & Stories

Moana That night, after Ella calmed down enough and agreed to clean up her room with our help, I laid in bed and found myself unable to sleep following the events of the day. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured the creepy man from the mall; even more than that, however, I pictured Edrick’s soft eyes staring up at me as he held Ella on the floor and I felt his protective arm around my shoulders. I decided eventually that I couldn’t sleep for a while, so I decided to get my sketchbook out and draw. Although I had been working on another sketch for the past couple of days, I decided to turn to a fresh page that night and draw a scene that I couldn’t get out of my head: the image of Edrick h

Lola was rinsing a mug in the sink while Melvin leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone and half listening to Elara talk about a story she had made up overnight. Lola was only half paying attention when Elara said it. “Melvin, can you come here? I want to show you something.” Melvin looked up immediately. “What’s up?” Elara pointed to her drawing. “Do you like it?” He stepped closer, crouching beside her. “I do. Is that us?” She nodded enthusiastically. “That’s me. That’s you. And that’s Mommy.” Lola turned slowly. Her breath caught before she could stop it.

About Logan’s steady eyes. I don’t write about betrayal tonight. I write about beginnings. I write about hope. A few nights later, there’s another knock. Missy again. This time, she holds up a drawing. It’s of three stick figures: one tall man, one curly-haired woman, and a little girl with a bunny. I crouch beside her. “Who’s this?” She grins. “It’s you. And me. And Daddy. I drew it at the table all by myself!”

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

“Kyra got rid of all his photos just after he died. Sometimes it’s hard to remember the little things. Drawing him now and again, helps jog the memory. Even when it’s not very good.” “You don’t need to be embarrassed about it. I know he meant a lot to you.” “I was hoping Corina would tell me more about him.” “Maybe when the time is right. For now though, it’s time for dinner.” She carefully folds up the drawing and stashes it in her pocket. If I get hold of it later, I will frame it for her. Lola was already sitting at the table. She doesn’t say anything and just bobs her head in acknowledgement.

Lily said She stared at Leonardo's tattoo for a moment and began to draw She drew the stalk of the flower first, that is always the easiest part, drawing the petals of the flower were the hardest She tried drawing the petals of the flower but her hand started trembling, she tried hard to control it but her hand just won't stop shaking "You are panicking" Leonardo said "I'm not, my hand is trembling so much and it won't stop no matter how hard I try!" Lily said "Lily...."

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.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

Her pencil finally moved. First she drew Elias. Tall. Straight shoulders. One hand slightly extended. Then she drew herself beside him. Small. Dark hair. Gray eyes. Emily leaned over. “That looks like you.” Luna nodded. “It is.” “Good start.” Luna said nothing. Because she was not finished. Her hand moved again. Slowly this time. Carefully. A woman appeared. Long hair. Soft eyes. The face remained unfinished. Still Luna knew who it was. Or maybe she did not.