روايات وقصص ضمن Venus Fly Trap Drawing

“Look at this.” Drix and I sat together on the dry grass, and he showed me his drawing. I couldn’t understand the drawings in the notebook. He had a drawing of what looked like a flying car, and there was even a small seat that looked like a caterpillar. He showed me many other drawings of something like cars. The one that stuck out the most in my mind was the big round one with many colors. “What is this?” “It’s called a Ferris wheel.” “It’s beautiful…” I said without taking my eyes off his drawing.

He replied succinctly. "A cocoon?" She asked in bewilderment before her eyes trailed across his broad back where below that one was another tattoo of what looked like a worm. The drawings were vivid and artistic but on a closer look, Vivian was able to realize that below the cocoon was actually a caterpillar, she was suddenly interested, her eyes trailed up his back, above the cocoon was a slightly larger drawing, from the distance, Vivian was unable to make out the images in full from the distance where she was standing by the window, so she slowly walked closer seeing him distracted with his hair.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.

VANESSA My fingertips ghost over the delicate lines of the drawing in my lap, in awe of the painstaking detail that went into every stroke of the pencil to create it. It’s a depiction of me- like every other sketch in this book- and in this one, my eyes are the main feature, crinkled at the edges, a giveaway that I’m smiling even though my fists are tucked in front of my mouth to hide it. My hair frames my face in loose waves, every strand etched with such precision that you can see the movement in the drawing like it’s captured a moment in time.

As he's nearing it, he quickly looks at me before turning back to the window, and I lie on my belly, wrapping both of my arms around his neck, knowing he's about to jump, and close my eyes, scared. I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach as he leaps through the window, and it deepens as he goes down. I opened my eyes when he landed on his feet and sat up, now holding onto a thick strand of his fur as he began to run with me through the woods. The rhythm of his body below me grows powerful, and my hips move faster, forward and backward, becoming one with his movement. I felt the cool wind on my face, blowing through my hair, and the scent of trees.

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Vixen. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Vixen says, kissing her cheek.

It transitioned to the animals and humans that they co-exist. After that, the drawings became different again. There is this huge tree on a detailed carving. The shape of its veins became familiar to me similar to Venenata Negra. So I realized that that was the tree. I saw drawings of fairies. I frowned because when I saw that the fairies tried to cut down the big tree I don't know what the reason was. But the fairies did not succeed in cutting Venenata Negra.

I slid my fingers back to where my tongue had just been. My mate whimpered then growled feeling the beginning frustrations inside her. She wanted release already and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I moved my fingers deep inside her warm center and circled my thumb over her clit. Again steam and heat coursed out of her body. I was immune to the burn but gazing over to the side I realized our plants on the balcony were not. I smiled even though our Venus fly traps were melted shut and wilted beyond repair.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

From the hole, arrows shot out like rays from a dark sun. One arrow pointed to a tiny, screaming stick-figure ("LILY"). Another to a messy scribble ("NOAH"). Another to a detailed, perfect little house. Another, thinner and more desperate, reached toward a tall, handsome stick figure with kind eyes, labeled “LEO,” but the arrow fell short, dissolving into dots. At the bottom, I scrawled: EVERYTHING GOES OUT. NOTHING COMES IN. I AM AN EMPTY VESSEL. I glanced at Leo. His brow was furrowed in intense concentration. He was drawing a house. A beautiful, detailed, two-story house with a porch. Inside the windows, he'd drawn a woman surrounded by vibrant, chaotic yellow swirls-the kids. But the wom