Mabangis Na Hayop Drawing の小説・ストーリー

Miguel sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, clutching his favorite blue crayon between his small fingers. His tongue poked out slightly from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on adding the final touches to his drawing. "Mommy will like this," he whispered to himself, tilting his head to examine his artwork. The drawing showed two stick figures holding hands beneath a bright yellow sun. One tall with long black hair, one small with a big smile. Miguel and his mommy.

“It’s ticklish, Miss Cassey.” When I looked at the palms of the other children, I saw drawings of different kinds of insects, animals, and plants. There was a spider, a dragonfly, butterfly, elephant, dog, cat, tulips, and roses. She was good with her hands. All of them looked really nice. My daughter would love something like that as well. “There, it’s done. Do you like it?” I heard her say. My heart leaped. Even that voice was achingly familiar.

We’ve had a lot of loss in this family. For uncle Gabriel I draw a picture of him with grandpa Daniel and grandma Isla. I know they aren’t my real grandparents but I wish I could’ve met them. I draw grandpa Thierry again with Braydon and his parents for auntie Keila and uncle Owen. I do the same thing for uncle Mark and auntie Daniela. The last one I draw is of mom and dad with all of us kids. I leave space to add the new baby once it’s born. I draw Malayah happy just like I remember her. I roll each drawing up and wrap a bow around them with name tags.

As Felix didn’t own any crayons, Aaron had done his drawing using pencils and blue and black pens. “It’s beautiful Aaron. She’s going to love it.” Cassie assured. Felix squinted at the drawing. “Is that a squid?” He asked, pointing at the blue creature with black polka dots that the people in Aaron’s drawing were sitting on. “No.” Aaron answered with a frown. “It’s a horse. See the mane and the tail.” He explained pointing at various things. “Lily likes horses. I do too but she likes them more.” Felix nodded even though he couldn’t see the alleged mane and the tail. To him, the ‘horse’ looked like a squid suffering from some sort of musculoskeletal and dermatological disease.

Remembering shouldn't be hard but expressing it will be. I think about the various things I have seen in my lifespan. Blood, bullets, pills, dead bodies. I could go on. Most of them aren't really suitable for this environment and explaining it will be impossible. What can I use? There's really nothing I can use that isn't somehow related to my past. Looking over at what Abe's doing, I see that he's drawing I think a scene of trees. Abe draws with these really thin and long lines, which makes his sketch look a lot like an animal's pelt. But I think that's what it is. And there's an outline of mountains in the background. Is that...Lonewood?

"Hello, Maya." She went back to her drawing. "I'm busy." He almost smiled. "I can see that." "Grandma said I could draw until lunch. So I am drawing." "What are you drawing?" She held up the sketchbook. The sea. Waves. A boat. Three figures on the shore. A man with light brown hair. A woman with dark hair. And a little girl between them. "That's me, mama and Papa Sam," she said. "We are looking at the ocean."

Nabasag ang boses ko. "Galing po 'yan sa manika na binigay sa akin ni ate Seb, nakita ko po doon sa lumang bag ko." Awtomatikong tumulo ang mga luha ko at nanikip ang dibdib. Ang drawing ay nasa lumang papel na binalutan ng transparent tape para hindi mapunit. Isang bahay na bagama't hindi maayos ang pagkakagawa pero makikita ang nakapaloob na pangarap. Sa gilid nito ay isang babae na naka suot ng isang hard hat.

I was so happy and all of that changed so quickly… (Dreaming) I was upstairs and I was showing Mama Keya the picture I had drawn for her. It was me and her in the backyard planting sunflower seeds. I drew a pretty purple rainbow, a cloud with a few raindrops, and the sun. Because she told me that seeds need the sun and the rain to grow. I wrote my name at the bottom like she taught me and a heart that says, ‘I love you’ in the middle. She loves it! “Awww Abie it’s perfect! I love it!” She hugs me and kisses my cheek I tell her, “It is my thank you gift for the trip. I had so much fun!” I start drawing a picture of me and my GodPa Manny. We are on his boat at the lake fishing and we caught a

she says, very serious for someone whose ponytail is halfway to falling off. “Really?” I lean forward and catch the watercolor box before it drops. “Tell me all about it.” She sits up, shifting again: legs tucked under, one knee up, sketchbook on her lap. She flips to the middle. The page is full of doodles. There’s a drawing of a round table, four little stick figures with names floating over their heads: ME, CLARA, LEO, ANAÏS. In the middle of the table, a small box labeled in big letters: “CRAYON (NO EAT!)”

She walked up to them and laughed out; they looked as if they were made by some kid. There were many such drawings carefully framed and decorated on the wall; there were drawings of mountains, houses, something that looked like elephant, flowers and apple. Bee was a brilliant artist and couldn't stop herself from criticizing them. She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?"