Voodoo Doll Drawings Novels & Stories

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

And that thought made Soyet look so dangerous in her eyes. But that wasn’t all. Soyet seemed to want to give it his all, for hanging just above the dirty canopy were about three voodoo dolls swaying like a chandelier with their fake long hair twisted about in their necks. Their small faces were covered by the same red paint used to draw the image of the star, and Laura had a horrible scene played repeatedly in her head: Soyet making her way out in a day’s walk with a long knife in his hand, stabbing anyone in sight to decorate his house. Although there was a possibility that it might just be an animal’s, the thought of it being seen as an aesthetic device for decoration was already disgustin

The stall owner readily agreed and handed Coco a blank paper. Coco took the pen and quickly drew on the paper. Lucas saw Coco drawing on the sheet of paper, two lovely dolls coming to life with just a few simple strokes. He could tell at a glance that she had designed these two dolls with their image in mind. "Just like this." After completing the drawing, Coco returned the pen and paper to the stall owner. The owner marveled at the drawing and responded with high praises. "Okay. You can pick it up in a week. That will be 40 dollars for two dolls."

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

He said touching her lips," You are so beautiful like a doll. From today you are my doll. Mine to break and mine to fix" He is brushing his huge hard body with her soft small body. Devika is feeling suffocated because of his heavy weight. She tried to push him but he pressed himself more on her. He is roaming his fingers on her lips, cheeks and neck. Devika is feeling like her soul will leave her body anytime seeing his creepy behaviour. She understood that he will definitely claim her tonight. So, she tried her last attempt. She said," please, I am not ready yet. Don't do anything tonight"

Victor stepped back just enough to appear as though he had only just arrived. Silas collided gently into his leg. “Victor!” Victor forced a warm smile. “Hey there, champion.” Silas held up the drawing proudly. “I made this.” Victor took the paper slowly. Three stick figures. A family. His gaze lingered on the third figure longer than necessary. “Very nice,” he said calmly. Silas pointed to the drawing. “I’m trying to figure out who this one is.” Victor’s smile held steady. “I see.” Silas nodded.

“Well at least I won’t get bored,” Surrounded by savage, burning creatures, Olivia summoned her silver Madien and prepared to engage. “Five against one. Doesn’t seem fair for these guys, Olivia said. “Then let’s make it even tougher for them,” a second voice outter. Behind Olivia appeared a spivaling done of purple voodoo magic with voodoo relics spinning around it. Out of this dome appear Scott Nollex; the vamp wolf and Sam Ethol, the voodoo child. “Took you long enough,”

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

They were all pretty convincing. A big spiral-bound notebook made of drawing paper lay on the chair. I flipped through a few pages. Some had charcoal drawings made with angry looking strokes. Dark and rough, but still recognizable as fields and hills you’d find around here. Other pages had diagrams in pen with clusters of spidery notes. Prop guillotines and coffins with spring-loaded lids. But most of the pages had monsters. Some drawn, some cut from movie magazines and pasted in. Some were more Polaroids of James in makeup; others were ordinary pictures of people from advertisements or news stories. On those he’d painted open-throat wounds or gouged out eyes with pen.

Her hand furiously sketched the deeper she fell into her drawing. Waverly's eyes flipped from the outline to the photograph, back to the outline; the lines growing darker and more erratic with each stroke. The woman inside of the image appeared to be getting larger the longer Waverly paid attention to her and it was as if she had no control. Her hand moved sporadically, rubbing against the lead of the pencil on the page until…it stopped.