Novel & Cerita La Llorona Drawing

I said. Ashina looked at me as if she hated needing the sentence to be true. Then the page turned by itself. The old paper dragged across the book with a sound like dry skin peeling away from a hidden wound. A second drawing appeared. This one showed two wolves facing each other beneath a black moon, one with a crown of silver branches, one with a crown of shadow. Between them stood the baby, Maelor, with one tiny hand raised toward each crown. My stomach turned cold.

"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.

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

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.

My brain momentarily short-circuited. My anger came to a sudden halt. On the sky blue bedsheets, Lorena's cheeks were rosy as she slept, a few buttons on her white nightgown had come undone, revealing a large expanse of snow-like skin and a seductive collarbone. Last night, when she got wet from the water splash, it was clear that she was wearing something underneath. Now, it's certain that she's wearing nothing inside. Moving down further, the fabric of her nightgown was rolled up around her waist, exposing a slender waist and a sexy belly button.

, 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.

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

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!”

"Gage you took soooo long!" Lily exclaims, dragging out the "o" in so as Gage walks in with Reagan and Charolette. "I drew something for you. Look!" "Thank you Lily," Gage says as he takes the drawing of the dog Lily made. "Can I talk to you for a second?" "Uh oh am I in trouble? Are you not gonna come back? I promise to be good." Lily says and you can see the worry in her eyes. Her bottom lip starts to quiver as she holds back tears.

My sketch. The one I had hidden inside my shoe. “I found this earlier this morning,” Selena said sweetly, feigning innocence. “It was lying just outside Aurelia’s room. I thought it was strange, so I brought it to Luna Shannon’s attention.” She opened it slowly, displaying it for everyone to see. My drawing of the underground chamber. The blood marks, the symbols, the altar, I had drawn everything in detail. A murmur ran through the room. I froze, my throat dry. “That’s not...”