Miraculous Drawings Novels & Stories

He sent it to Adrian, because it was the kind of thing that was better known by both of them. He worked through the morning. Miriam came at ten with the entrance hall section drawing — the full vertical cut through the covered approach and the entrance and the stair hall, the inside view of the thing, the section that showed what was happening inside the walls. She had been working on it for two weeks, and it showed: the drawing had the quality of a thing that had been revised until it was not revised anymore, until the lines were where they needed to be and the proportions were true and the light was shown arriving at the angles it would actually arrive at. He looked at it for a long time.

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

Of course, why her mother had to escape was still not completely clear to Ru…. “Here are a few of the drawings we did.” Maggie offered a small sketchbook. “The one of your back is in the middle.” Ru accepted the book but hesitated to open it for a moment. She’d assumed all of the drawings on the table in her mother’s room at her Nana’s house had been done by her mom, but now she knew that her dad had drawn at least one of them, the one that had eventually led them here. Her grandmother hadn’t even known that the sketch of the Celtic cross hadn’t been produced by her mom. Some of the other images, such as the crying angel, had been thought provoking, if not disturbing, so she wondered what sh

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

All I knew was that I dozed off into a very deep sleep. HEAVEN. My eyes opened slowly and I glanced around the little building. It looked so strange and childish, with ugly drawings on the wall. Different colors were plastered everywhere with drawings of shape and funny looking crystal balls. One actually piqued my interest, a drawing that looked like a man on the throne with the moon above his head. Below him were dead bodies and a sword in his hands. I raised my body at once and took a look at the crooked drawing. The head of the man has a symbol of the moon and I gasped.

There was a small pencil by the side which made it easier to locate. I gently picked it out, checking out the pages. I opened the last page, and I saw the greatest pencil drawing of my entire life. “This is a sunflower, isn't it?” I mumbled to myself, checking if there was another drawing. Her attention to detail was insanely amazing. She barely had any instruments, yet she made something so magnificent. It was truly mind blowing. I caught Mira’s scent walking in, so I gently placed the book back in its place like I never touched it, and I moved over to another space to select a new book.

I greeted as I walked towards her bed. She looked up from the opened box in front of her. "Hi" she replied and her gaze returned to the box. "What's that?" I eyed the box. It had tiny diamonds all over it. It glowed once each minute and I was marvelled at that sight. I didn't see what was in it but I knew it had to be special and magical. I tried to peer into it but Daisy shut it down. "It's nothing." She faked a smile. She placed her palm on the box and it vanished.

And when it warms… it tells you who’s next. Not for burden. For becoming. Kehra (unsaid) I stopped drawing for good today. It wasn’t a decision. The chalk dissolved in my hand before I could reach the prayer basin. And when I looked into the water, I saw nothing. Not my face. Not Lila’s. Not the Gate. Only the shape of wind resting in reflection. Lila At sunset, the mirrorwall shifted. Not cracked. Not glowing. It bowed. I stood across from it, arms slack at my sides, the thread still curled in my right palm like a promise not ready to unravel.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

"They were not originally kings in our world, although one went on to be. The two kings were rulers over the creatures that inhabit Pro Speculuorum. The creatures, very human in appearance, are called Miraculum, it means 'object of wonder,' named as such by humans who were captivated by these beautiful and mysterious creatures, looking upon them with fascination. See Cooper, when human beings look in a mirror, they hope to see the best, most ideal, version of themselves looking back. The Miraculum are this ideal, they are the best possible reflection of humans, a seemingly perfect version. They are beautiful creatures to behold, intriguing in their mystery and charm, charismatic smile and ey