La Llorona Drawing Novels & Stories

My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe. Underneath, in Rowan’s careful, wobbly handwriting: THE KERSED LUNA. The second panel had a moon with angry eyebrows and what I thought might be teeth. A tiny figure (me, presumably) stood under it, frowning. Panel three showed a blob with too many arms, and what I assumed was Malric’s crown, being bitten by a smaller blob with pointy teeth. Panel four was just me again, this time with a wolf tail and a baby in my arms, the angry moon now… smiling? Or having a stroke. It's hard to say.

Sloane stared down at the sketch in her lap again. Lenore. Not quite child. Not quite ghost. This time, she’d drawn the girl reaching toward a door that hadn’t existed yesterday. At least not in any way that could be explained by architecture or memory. The lines were smudged, but deliberate. As if her hand had known where to go even before her thoughts had caught up. The page felt heavy. Like it carried more than graphite and shadow.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of garlic and sesame oil. I stood near the stove, stirring the sizzling vegetables with one hand while holding Lily’s little drawing in the other. “Does it look like Daddy?” she asked, standing on the stool beside me, peering into the paper she had just finished. I glanced down and smiled. The drawing was of Logan—well, a version of him with bright blue eyes, a rainbow tie, and a crown on his head. “Yes,” I said gently. “Very handsome.”

"Mama. Look at the east tower. I fixed the load distribution." She came in and looked at the east tower and made the appropriate sounds of appreciation and asked the appropriate questions and Luca answered them with the thoroughness of an architect receiving a peer review. Lena looked up from her drawing and held it out without speaking. Elara took it. It was a drawing of two figures, small and detailed for a four-year-old's work. Standing in what appeared to be a large space, possibly a building, surrounded by other small figures. The two central figures were slightly larger than the others. Lena had used silver for them.

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

I let myself breathe, just breathe, until I almost felt like myself again. But suddenly, memories of Leo’s betrayal came flooding back, like a bandage torn from an old wound. I dressed unpationately and grabbed my brushes and canvas, pouring all my pain, sadness, and anger into the painting. Dark strokes formed a forest, and in the center, I painted a white wolf howling at the moon. Somehow, I imagined it was my wolf, even though I had none.

'Leo at ten years. I took the whole photo album and kept it aside on the ground. There was also a drawing signed under Reina's name, 'To mum and Dad.' The picture looked like a portrait showing her entire family. They were on a country side setting, trees, grasses, dears, a pond and gardens. Losing her family broke something inside her that day. There was a letter written by Leonara and also a letter written from her father to all the children. I took the letters as well as the painted portrait along with me.

It reminded me of last night with Lena on the beach when the sea began to glow. Cash let go of my hand and I began to look around and noticed the colorful drawings on the cave walls. Stepping closer to them, I realized that it was the story of our people and how they came to this island. The first picture was of our people swimming following a female, which I assume was their Queen. The second picture was of them all on dry land, and I knew it had to be Boracay as it depicted vast luscious land and beautiful native flowers, I saw earlier today that Cash told me about. The third picture had me stopped in front of it as I took in the doglike creatures in the background and it dawned on me that

"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.

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