Miraculous Drawings Novels & Stories

You kept me hidden. Drawn from the back:him shielding her,his body turned just enough to block every angle. Card10: Moon Visual.You came with me.I was so happy that day. A soft,dreamy sketch of the suspended moon and two small silhouettes beneath it. Card11: Mobius ring.Our rings. A delicate line drawing of two intertwined bands.No beginning.No end. Adrian’s fingers lingered on the last card longer than the others. Then,slowly,he lifted his gaze.

One that he had forever cherished and wished if that was in his own room. A stick man picture with uneven shading of colours falling out of the borders of the two characters Milan's little fingers had drawn. It was messy but magnificent. Because it was made by Milan for her brother and it was of them. Zander holding hands with Milan while an amoeba-shaped cloud floated over their heads above a widely grinning sun, its smile cracking by the left corner, looking like a fish hook. The sight of the picture increased the length of his smile as he recalled that eventful day.

For some reason, my thoughts kept on going back to what Dominic' s assistant said, and all I thought about was Lila. Were miracles real? At the stage, an artist's name was called, along with their pieces, the first one that made it to the finals, and the second one, displayed over the huge screens, and for a sweet moment, I got lost as I stared at the artwork. It was beautiful, not in a chaotic colour, but in a peaceful and quiet way. The first one was a still life art, depicting a bouquet of different blends of flowers. The idea was simple and yet, the painting held so much power that for a moment, it wasn't just flowers you were seeing, but a different world by itself, with life, pulse and

The piece I'd studied in art history, dreamed about seeing in person. It was… "The drawing of the Necromancer by Hilbert Phillips…" I whispered slowly, following the host's words like we had spoken in sync, I felt Damon's eyes staring at me, and I turned to look at him, my eyes still widened at the Necromancer drawing in front of me. "That is the Necromancer drawing, one of the best drawings in the world, so filled with science, art and so much more, they say the drawing makes you see it in a thousand forms, this is art with science combined..."

But most importantly, the drawings were odd. They displayed bizarre objects, or people holding or doing something that doesn't make sense. There was one of a man standing on water, and he seemed to be shovelling down on the flowing water, and there was another and it looked like something had just broken something on her head... but she was smiling. The boy kept flipping the pages open, letting her look at his drawings before abruptly stopping at a particular page. His finger tapped at a certain drawing on the page, and what Rhiannon saw made her heart almost stop.

"Sorry, I have to go. But if you stick around… we can talk later, in the evening." He turned on his heels and disappeared into the canvas tent nestled on the campsite. The kind usually pitched during family wilderness retreats. Inside, it was warm with the scent of firewood and plastic mats. Mira, his nineteen-year-old sister, was hunched over her sketchpad, furiously drawing something dark and intricate. Shadows and smoke. Hollow-eyed creatures with broken wings. A crucifix upside down. Mira lived in a world between nightmares and fascination. She loved the things most people were afraid to whisper about spirits, demons, and exorcisms, rituals.

Jack extended his hand “You sleep for a little longer till Martin comes.” “I can’t sleep anymore.” Mira pouted; She was wide awake. She gave Jack the robe “but I just thought of something I forgot.” “Pretend I am sleeping.” Mira whispered, “I am going to space.” “Um” Jack nodded and walked out of the house with the robe and soap that Mira passed him. Mira walked into space and admired her work narcissistically before turning the robe and embroidering a miniature of their signature, blue and golden-yellow-red phoenixes. This was the first time they gave color to their signature. Both phoenixes had their magnificent wings opened in flight rising above the ground, one fire and the other from ic

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

"Like with Madison's daddy." Madison's hand paused in her painting for just a moment before continuing. "But sometimes they can," she said quietly. "And sometimes people get better even when doctors don't think they will." "Like miracles?" Alexander asked. "Like miracles," Madison confirmed, adding a careful stroke of blue to what was clearly Gas's collar in her painting. I felt tears threatening behind my eyes. "There," Madison said finally, sitting back to survey her completed artwork. "It's all of us together."

I opened my father's instruction guide and noticed that he pointed to a chapter in the old book, so I opened it and realized there was a little note stuck in it. Check your mother's journal and you'll know what you'll be up against when you go to the sacred river. I frowned, but I did as my father said and when I looked in the diary, the drawing of a water creature with nine tails made me open my mouth in surprise. “No way!” said Max and Caleb when they saw the drawing.