Miraculous Drawings Novels & Stories

he explained very seriously, and even though Millie looked a little confused, she nodded solemnly. “I’m going to draw something nice for you, Daddy!” she promised, smiling as she slid the red pencil across Massimo’s foot “Try to guess! It’s easy!” “It’s…” Massimo took a deep breath, clearly concentrating on every movement of Millicent’s not-at-all steady hand, until a smile spread across his face “It’s a heart, right?” “Yes!” Millicent cheered, nearly falling off the bench the doctor's assistant had placed her on.

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.

"Your Highness...?" Sua turned her head quickly. Instantly, her body tensed. Rai, who had just been helping her, now stood rigidly a few paces behind. Around the man's body, a purplish-blue circle of light had formed, slowly converging into layered seals. Fine chains of light wrapped around him from his feet to his shoulders. From the center of the earth, a spirit pillar shaped like an ancient symbol glowed, siphoning the energy from the surroundings. Rai gritted his teeth. "This... is a spirit trap!" he said, struggling to move.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Intrigued, she opened the package to find a small, beautifully framed painting. It was a depiction of the beach, capturing the essence of strength and resilience. A handwritten note accompanied the painting: "To Marianne, the resilient soul. May this artwork remind you of the beauty that emerges from the depths of your strength." Tears welled up in Marianne's eyes as she held the painting close to her heart. It was as if Miguel had translated her journey, struggles, and moments of vulnerability onto the canvas. The artwork spoke to her in a language that went beyond words.

The following morning, Leo sat alone in the sanctuary garden. A piece of charcoal in his hand. A blank sheet of parchment before him. He wasn't thinking. Wasn't planning. Wasn't trying. His hand simply moved. Stroke after stroke. Line after line. Until a face appeared. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Golden eyes. A scar across one cheek. Perfectly detailed. Perfectly accurate. Leo stared at the drawing in confusion. Then looked up as footsteps approached. Mira stopped beside him. Saw the portrait. And dropped the prophecy book.

It was completely original. Their artwork was amazing and they finished masterpiece after masterpiece without any effort. Sharon’s drawings were at times so realistic, they could have been photographs and at other times, they looked like moving animations, changing expression depending on which angle you looked at them. Jenny even drew an amazing picture of the whole library, it looked like she had included every book, all in such fine detail. I spent hours staring at it, trying to find something wrong with it, but it was perfect. Mr. Haddidi was very impressed with them too. He was constantly complementing their work and looking way too pleased every day in class. He’d come into class and p

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning. Something is coming.

"Waiting for me?" The child nodded. "You forgot me." "I didn't know you existed." "I know." The child returned to her drawing. Liana looked at the paper. It showed countless worlds. Stars. People. The Celestial Heart. The Source. And a giant eye. Liana's voice trembled. "Did you draw all this?" The child nodded. "I drew what I remembered." Liana sat beside her. "Who are you?" The child smiled. "You." Liana shook her head.

I repeated helplessly with the growing emotion stirring in my body. The most amazing thing about miracles is that they happen. Chesterton, Gilbert Keith.