Sisterhood Drawing Novels & Stories

He pressed a hand to his chest like something hurt there. "I keep having these dreams," he admitted. "About a woman with golden eyes. I wake up and my face is wet with tears, but I don't know why. I've been drawing her." He pulled a folded paper from his pocket, showing me a sketch. "Is this her? Is this Thelma?" The drawing was rough but unmistakable. He'd captured Thelma's fierce expression, the stubborn set of her jaw, the sadness in her eyes. "Yes," I said. "That's my sister."

"I just need you to let me know what your sister looks like. That would give me something to go on with." "Here." the witch said and quickly rushed to her drawer. She opened it and took out a photograph, "This is a recent picture she and I took together. We look so much alike. Only when my hair is locked in dreads, she's grown out her curly hair and it's so ethereal." I smiled at the picture of them together, and yes indeed. They do look so much alike. Same bone structure, same sharp jawline. But the sister’s eyes were soft, open and quietly aware.

Rizz and I go through the set of black and white pictures, carrying the memories of her past, happy and pleasant. I see her, my real mother. “This is Esther Alkins?” “Hmm…” She carefully places two warm coffee cups on the small, shiny glass table. The table is right in front of the comfortable couch. Then, instead of sitting on the couch, she moves across the table to a soft, cushioned chair and sits down there. “She was beautiful.” Some images show the deep bond between sisters, reflecting their strong relationship and shared love. Other pictures highlight her successes as a warrior, clearly showcasing her achievements and brave spirit. Finally, some photos sparkle with joy, capturing those

"We are a gathering of women, united to empower one another. We offer advice, opportunities, and support. It's akin to a sisterhood." "Sisterhood, you say?" I retorted. "But you have no qualms about scheming to steal another woman's husband. If that is the type of sisterhood you practise here, then I want no part in it." I stood firm, refusing to retract my words. No matter the threats I faced, I would rather endure them than succumb to their wicked desires.

She even parted her curly hair. "Thank you for covering me to those flashes of camera and reporters, Lucas," she said so I just smiled. As I was driving I looked at my sister when she suddenly spoke. "Brother, look. I made this for you," she said. She showed me her drawing like a child. I just smiled because my youngest sister has matured. "Hmm ... why the design is a wedding?" I asked curiously and just glanced at her for a moment.

She didn’t look at all the type of woman who had given birth to five children. “And these are my sisters,” Creighton continued, showing her a portrait of two young women in their teen years. The oldest had dark hair that hung down to her waist as she stood next to her sister, her hands folded on the back of a chair, her eyes the same dark blue as the others. The younger girl sat sideways in the wooden chair. Her slender legs crossed at the ankle beneath an attractive dark-green skirt, her hands folded in her lap and her hair, much like her sister’s, was long and dark, draped across her shoulder. They both smiled, resembling their brothers and parents and Sandra couldn’t help but smile in ret

Eli sat at the table drawing something intense and detailed. “What’s that?” Dominic asked. “Our new family,” Eli said without looking up. Dominic set the plate down beside him. On the paper: Four figures. One tall. One slightly shorter. One small. One smaller still. All holding hands. The tallest one had an exaggerated straight line for a mouth. Dominic frowned. “Do I look that serious?” “Yes,” Eli answered simply. Lila entered moments later and slid into the chair beside them. She studied the drawing. “We look good,” she said.

"That's strange, why was their love a forbidden one?" "They were siblings, this happened in the past and I had a vision and drew it" "If they were siblings as claimed why would she kill her mother, why would -" "Step!" "Huh?" "Half siblings…. different mothers. She's still alive though." I gasped in shock. "Who is She?" "It's not in my place to expose my models." I scoffed, models? How can such a murderer in her drawings be her model? "Can you draw what will happen in the future?"

Dana wipes the tears from her eyes before she gets any words out. "well duh girls have a sisterhood against the male species its unwritten and every woman in the world knows about it solidarity and all that" I wipe the tears from my eyes laughing as I hear the doorbell go, Dana turns and looks at me and a massive grin spreads across her face from ear to ear she kinda reminds me of that weird cat in a movie I saw on Netflix bit creepy.

She had never met the boy, but had seen so many portraits of him made by her sister that she'd started to think that she'd known him all along. Her sister was an amazing painter. She had made many beautiful paintings of her and her favorite Disney princesses that she proudly showed to her friends. She enjoyed seeing her friends looking at these gifts from her sister with awe and jealousy. She specially loved seeing the envious look on her friend Maddy when she saw them. Maddy was a meanie who had broken her new barbie's arm. But her sister had painted a picture of her with a beautiful Rapunzel that had turned Maddy green with jealousy. She smirked remembering that day. Her sister was truly w