Scary Things To Draw 소설 & 이야기

The lab was very quiet for a moment. I moved to the far wall because standing still in a room that smelled the way this one smelled while processing what Kaelen was reading was not something my body wanted to do. The drawings stopped me. Crude, scratched directly into the stone rather than carved with any skill, but specific. Bodies in various states that I was going to file in the category of things I had seen and would deal with the feelings about later. Wolves. Figures with something flowing out of them that the artist had rendered as light, though whether they had intended it to look hopeful or terrible was genuinely unclear.

he stuttered a little, and I turned to the next page. "To be honest, they're kind of scary." I looked at the pictures of dark and deformed creatures. They had big, bat-like wings, long claws, and animal-like faces that gave me the creeps. "Of course, we'll never know what they really looked like, but it's cool to imagine a world where creatures like that exist." I looked up to look at him, but his expression was blank, his eyes glued to the page. When he finally came to, his face turned to mine, now only inches apart, and his eyes sparkled blue.

He can express his inner thoughts through his sketches, and release them from his mind. After his father helped him on his bed, the first thing he did is flip through the pages of his sketch pad. They don't have a lot of money, and for him to afford buying his art supply, he had to work with his father during the vacation season. After days of not being able to draw, Landon has a lot of ideas in mind. Every images in his sketch book are dark, morbid, and graphic depiction of murder. At first glance, you would think that he wants to be a graphic designer. That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

She leans in close and sniffs me, her long tangled grey hair tickling my nose. Hearing a demented laugh explode from her, I inwardly cringe while she raises her head and peers at me with the scariest eyes I have ever seen. When they look at me, it's as if I am peering into a deep red abyss, so terrifying that I could only ever imagine it in my worst of nightmares. Her face is grotesque and when she laughs again, I see two teeth. Those two teeth though, look razor sharp like fangs.

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

All I could feel was the weight of the secret. That night, the house was silent again. A tomb. I woke up from a wet dream that felt more like a haunting, my skin crawling with a need I couldn't name. I grabbed my charcoal pen and my sketchbook, my hand moving in a frantic, feverish rhythm. I didn't draw a professor. I drew an executioner. Chadwick with a gun, his eyes cold and obsidian. I was stroking myself, lost in the blurred lines of my own madness, when the door to my room was kicked open. I froze. My heart stopped. I tried to hide the book, but I was too slow.

I promise, knowing how little the promise is worth. She moves the boy behind her. Only then do I see the crude drawings scrawled in the dust near where he sat. Stick figures, drawn with a child's impatience—three of them, all large, triangular heads, each with exaggerated, fanged mouths. Their bodies are wolfish, or what a boy imagines a wolf must be: hunched, heavy at the shoulder, legs that end in claws. One figure holds a stick, or maybe a sword. The last is bigger than the others, looming above a crowd of smaller shapes—people, presumably, but every one drawn with a red X where the heart should be. The mother follows my gaze. "He says the wolves walk upright, like men. They come at night

I said, not even knowing what I meant to say next. She turned her head, peering at me with sleepy eyes. "Hmm?" "If you had a choice between something that was safe but you didn’t really want it, and something you really wanted but were scared it might hurt you, what would you pick?" Lee didn’t answer right away. She rocked for a bit. Then she hugged her unicorn tighter. "Mummy, sometimes the safe thing is boring," she said simply. "And sometimes… The scary thing is the thing that makes your heart do happy jumps. Just like when you push me too much on the swing. I'm scared but it gets me excitedand happy."

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"