Novel & Cerita La Llorona Drawing Easy

I questioned, my voice timid, hands shaking behind my back. "I'm assuming you just drew this?" he asked, holding the piece of paper out to me, causing me to nod slowly, embarrassed he had seen my pathetic attempt to regurgitate the horrific images in my head in person. The pencil shadings looked more like a child had had a tantrum while drawing them than anything else. However, Theonardo was analysing my drawing carefully, his brows furrowed, causing me horrendous anxiety. "Have you been here before?" Theonardo asked, pointing at the scene in my drawing, my eyes drawn to the gushing waterfall leading into a deep pool of water. The large oak trees scattered around it lead to a small cavern, t

Drawing materials. A small blanket. Signs of a child. Signs of Leo. My pulse quickened. Then I noticed something beneath a bench. A piece of paper. Folded. Forgotten. I shouldn't have touched it. I knew that. Yet I picked it up anyway. And unfolded it. The world stopped. It was a drawing. Simple. Childlike. Crude. Yet instantly recognizable. Elara. King Alaric. Leo. The three figures stood together. Smiling.

Leo pushed open his bedroom door. On the floor was a large sheet of paper covered in colorful drawings. Nora crouched down. “What is this?” “My family.” She looked at the drawing. There was Adrian. Leo. And another figure. A woman. Nora stared at it. “Who's this?” Leo smiled. “That's my mummy.” Nora's breath caught. She looked at the drawing again. The woman had long brown hair. She was standing beside Leo. Nora forced a smile. “Your mummy?” Leo nodded. “Daddy says she's in heaven.” Nora swallowed.

“He’s always busy now.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry, Aurora. That must have felt really sad.” She nodded, then reached into her backpack and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I made this for you. At home last night.” I unfolded it carefully. It was a crayon drawing of stick figures: a tall man with dark hair, a little girl with pigtails, and....my stomach dropped, another woman with brown hair standing beside them, holding the little girl’s hand. A bright sun smiled overhead, and a clumsy wolf shape sat in the corner.

The farmhouse was warm. I sat by the fire. Lily was on my lap. Barnaby was tucked under her arm. She was drawing on a piece of paper with crayons. Red. Blue. Yellow. Green. Her small tongue poked out in concentration. She was so focused. So present. Rex walked to me. Sat beside me. His hand found my knee. "What is she drawing?" I looked at the paper. A house. A garden. Three figures. Two tall. One small. A yellow sun in the corner. A red flower. A blue sky.

No one to soothe my back when I'm on edge. No one to tolerate all my bullshit, unconditionally. I struggle to my feet and head to the kitchen, looking for something to sober up. The moment I open the fridge, I freeze. Taped to the door is a crinkled drawing. A doodle Leo made when he was five. Three wolves. One big, one medium, one small. The big one is majestic and proud. The medium one is gentle and beautiful. The smallest one is hiding behind them. Underneath, in crooked letters: My Dad, Mom, and Me.

“Do you think it means something?” I hugged my knees. “I don’t know. But I think she’s real.” Rhett rubbed his eyes. “Could you give me a sketch or something?” I got out of bed, tiptoed over to the desk, and grabbed some paper and crayons. I didn’t talk—I just drew. Big swirly black veil. Hollow eyes. Long fingers. Long black dress. Rhett stared at it like he was studying a treasure map. “That’s... not normal,” he said.

He asks. I nod at Harry, “It is my first time here in LUAHU. I didn’t know I drew this beach before. I swear to God I had no idea. I might have dreamed about this beach years ago and I have forgotten about it. No wonder it feels so familiar being in here. I usually draw things that I see in my dreams when I wake up or when an imagination pops into my head. But…. how did this happen?” Harry looks at me confusedly as he moved to the next image, “America, look at this one because this is much creepier.”

she answered, her eyebrows knitting over the screen. I nodded. I still have ten minutes. I got my drawing pad, and carefully tore the paper, and scribbled 'The Dancing Umbrellas!' and then under the title, I wrote the lines I remember from the Coco Movie.'The feeling, so close, you can reach out and touch it. I never knew I could want something so much, but it's true.' I inserted it inside the envelope, and placed it on top of my table, hoping Stella won't forget to bring it.

"Aria and Lila are your sisters. They are six and eight years old....." "They're not my sisters." Flat. Finished. "They're dead weight. Go feed the zombies." Lila made a sound like she'd been struck. "Jack…" Her voice was tiny. "Do you really hate us? I made you a drawing…" Her hands shook as she reached into her soaked pajama pocket. She pulled out a folded piece of paper, completely ruined by the rain, the colors bleeding into each other. But you could still see it. A tall boy and two small girls holding hands.... drawn in the stumbling lines of a six-year-old's best effort.