La Llorona Drawing Novels & Stories

Later that afternoon, Lyanna found an old box while looking for a book. It had been pushed to the back of a shelf in a storage room that nobody used very often. The box contained drawings. Lots of drawings. Some were hers. Most were Kael's. She sat cross-legged on the floor and began sorting through them. A few minutes later Kael arrived. "What are you doing?" "Looking." He immediately sat beside her. Together they spread the drawings across the floor. There were hundreds of them. Crayon family portraits where proportions had been treated as optional suggestions.

"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

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.

Luna walked to the front carrying three drawings. Her voice came quietly at first. “This is my family.”She lifted the first picture.Elias.Tall.Gray suit.Smiling.The second picture showed herself. Dark hair.Same eyes.The room remained gentle.Then she raised the third.A woman.Long dark hair.Gray eyes.No name.No label. Just a face. Seraphina stopped breathing. Luna looked down at the paper. “I don’t know who she is,” she admitted softly, “but I keep drawing her.” Silence settled. Clara’s expression tightened.

, 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.

Heck she wasn't sure she would ever be ready. “How about we draw the scenery in front of us to see who draws better” Lola said avoiding the discomfort of having to reply him. She went through her tote bag and brought out two small drawing books and pencils. The sadness was visible in Omar eyes and he didn't cover it up so she could see it. . She handed Omar one of each making sure to avoid eye contact with him. They began to draw the scenery. Omar finished before her. He leaned back watching her concentrate so well on drawing. Lola looked up after she was done drawing to see that Omar had long finished his.

“The nurse kept these. They’re drawings Lena made as a child—proof she witnessed the murder. In one of the drawings, Lena says her mother wanted to leave, which made her ‘daddy’ mad.” I glance down at the crude drawings—childlike and innocent but full of the horror she experienced. The rage burns hotter now, knowing what Luna has been through. Part of me wants to go to her, to hold her, to tell her she’s safe, but I know I can’t—not yet. Not with everything she’s already dealing with.

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.