Portrait Of An Unknown Woman Novels & Stories

My mother worked for three days. She didn't sleep or rest. My mother lay on the ground, caressing my head inch by inch as she drew the portrait line by line. When the tenth portrait was made, her sanity finally crumbled. I was crouching right beside her as I looked at all the portraits she made. Yes, she was a good artist. The portraits were spitting images of me. I kept staring at the portraits and was a little surprised that my mother would make such a beautiful rendition of me.

Then sat me up on a chair in front of a mirror. And for the first time in a long time, I get to see myself. It was a pale young girl with a big dark circle under her dark eyes as if she hasn't slept for days. Her collar bones stick out from her loose white dress. She was sitting there in front of me with a blank stare. Soulless, like a doll, a haunted doll. Even I have a difficult time recognizing her. Is THAT how I look like? "Don't worry about that," one of the ladies comforts me. I have never seen her before, but she has a pair of lovely green gelatine-like eyes. So let's call her 'gelatine eyes lady' for now.

Divine finished her statement, pausing in between words,she was taking her time to utter each word, this prompted Rebecca to squeeze her hand more gently. “if we were to ask you to, give a brief description of her physical appearance could you? because when we found her she was burnt beyond recognition” Inspector Reuben noted, at the mention of Sarah being Burnt beyond recognition, Divine began to cry, “I am sorry you said what?, oh she was such a beautiful lady, I don't know if I would be able to give a full description but I can try but what I truly know is that,she was a very beautiful lady”

A portrait near the end of the corridor. The woman in it looked… familiar. Strangely so. She had dark hair braided back from her face, a simple silver crescent painted on her forehead. Her eyes were pale and piercing, staring directly out of the canvas. I stepped closer. “Who is this?” I asked, unable to tear my eyes away.

I looked at most of the paintings when they were at my place, but seeing them like this makes them feel even more unsettling. The painting in front of me shows a pale skinned woman with long, dark hair, holding a piece of cloth close to her chest. Behind her, there are tall, faceless figures with their hands stretched out toward her. Everything is in shades of gray and black, except for the dress she’s holding, which is bright green.

Sara tells me before handing me the pad. The moment I accepted it and my eyes laid on it, I felt my hair standing on the back of my neck because it looked eerily similar to the woman that I have been thinking about. My eyes went literally wide as I kept it glued on the portrait because this drawing is incredible. It seemed like a splitting image of that nameless woman in my head and it was spine-chilling as I stare into the blue eyes of this anonymous woman. Frank, Liv, and William walked towards me and stared at the portrait. “This is exactly her.” I claimed.

Rathi took that in her hands with a smile and saw the one more painting under that. Perceiving that Rathi is greatly embarrassed because he has painted a woman naked, she decided to keep it back but she couldn't as the portrait is so prodigious to see. In that painting, a lady was lying naked on the bed in a dark room. She is facing her back and looking at the bright red moon in the window. She reached the canvas before her and found it's the same room portrayed in that. Then her curiosity to find that woman. The girl's face is not seen but she has Rathi's body structure, her hair and when she took a closer look at her hip she saw the scar, and there Rathi identified it's her.

I nodded and continue looking in the area. Just then I saw a portrait painting of a Woman hugging a Man. They look so happy on the painting and the woman was very pretty. She's a sophisticated person, I guess. She's so powerful in the painting. She's so intimidating. And I guess she's also part of the Mafia Clan or what so ever. Because she's with Zach.

Once everything was set up, Melissa began to draw. She stood before a blank canvas, ready to capture the essence of the Queen. Melissa started with delicate, confident strokes, using a rich palette of colours to bring the portrait to life. The woman in the portrait was portrayed with an ethereal grace. Her eyes are painted with a captivating depth, reflecting a quiet intelligence and a hint of mystery. They seem to follow the viewer, drawing them into a world of introspection. Her skin was rendered with a luminous quality, as though it glowed from within, enhancing the realism and warmth of her presence.

Levon and Kira said at the same time. Both of them pointed behind me. I turned— —and froze. The portrait was framed in dark wood, carved with delicate patterns. And the woman in it… Looked exactly like me. Not similar. Not vaguely familiar. The same. I’d never seen anything like it. Usually there were differences—something in the eyes, the shape of the face. But here? There was no doubt. No need for proof. The painting said it all. “Wow…” I breathed, a small smile tugging at my lips. “How old was she here?”