Unique Badass Hourglass Drawings Novels & Stories

Totally hourglass figure. We did not find anything in the end. When suddenly my eyes fell on a drawing that was peering out of Ella's diary . I took it out ,held it in my hand and watched its details. It was the design of a dress. It looked magnificent with a powder blue color gown with off shoulder style. The top had a finishing of transparent blue net and the whole skirt was also made of net. There were swans designed on the end of the skirt along with other designs. The whole gown was decorated with different stones. Its neckline was decorated with sapphire-like stones.

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

Across from us, Clay was already asleep, noise-canceling headphones askew and a half-full bag of pretzels clutched in his palm. I pulled my sketchbook out of my bag. Its pages carried the stains of snow, firelight, and fear—each a testament to moments between chaos and resilient hope. But this page, I resolved, would be different. As I began to draw, I felt the pencil glide effortlessly across the paper as if it possessed a wisdom greater than mine. I created a silhouette of pine trees, their forms reclaimed by the gentle embrace of snow and the promise of bloom. The roots delved deep into a mountain of layered fabric swatches—canvas, hemp, wool, silk—textiles that whispered tales of enduran

Or maybe my instincts weren't total crap. Either way, I already had two concepts ready in my head. I picked the first. The necklace came out fast. I drew a structured Y-shaped drop collar with a hidden clasp and a graduated layout of baguette-cut aquamarines tapering into a central pendant. Platinum base, tension-set frame, negative space along the collarbones for balance. No curves. Everything sharp, symmetrical. When I looked up at the timestamp in the corner of the screen, it said ten o'clock.

One year since we left the glass tower and its oppressive luxury for this wild shoreline. I am sitting on the terrace, bare feet on the warm wood, a sketchbook on my lap. I am drawing the lines of the coast, the curves of the waves. My design studio thrives; my creations are signed with my name alone. Their fortune became a safety net, not a trap. Sometimes, I catch them looking at my drawings, and I see a pride in their eyes that holds nothing possessive.

That evening, Hazel walked into their bedroom carrying a sketchbook. "I'm finished." Aurora accepted it. On the first page was a drawing of their family. Aurora. Darius. Hazel. And two tiny babies drawn almost exactly alike. Both of them were wearing ribbons. Aurora smiled. "Why are they both wearing ribbons?" Hazel looked confused. "Are they not supposed to?" Darius leaned over to look at the drawing. "What if they're both boys?" Hazel froze. The little girl stared at her own drawing.