Wing Drawings Novels & Stories

I'd written asking him out on a date this Saturday. I watched as my note fell to my cream carpet and then back at him. Angry, he spun around, walking away, and as he was about to leap through my window, I said, "I saw you at the carpenter watching me." He paused for a while and then leaped through the window, running through the woods faster than lightning.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

One stands out to me. The heading reads: ICE DAGGERS. In the first drawing, a woman has her hands outstretched, fingers crooked in a come hither motion. The second sketch features her arms going up, at the third, her palms turn over. Then the fourth sees her draw it back and before her, jagged icicles fromed from water hover. I replay the maneuver in my head, cataloguing it.

He held it out. Daniel took it. He unfolded it carefully. Inside were four drawings, pencil on the folded paper, the lines confident in the way of children who have not yet been told they might be wrong. Two floor plans — one familiar shape that was probably their house, one larger shape with rooms that did not map to any house he recognised. And two sections — the inside views, Owen had called them. Vertical cuts through imagined buildings, showing the interior in its full depth, the rooms stacked and adjacent, the walls thin lines and the spaces between them the actual subject.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

He added, introducing his name as I look back at him. A wind from the outside, blows passed through the slightly opened window near us. Along with the breeze, his silver hair moved like a wheat field in the sunny morning. I blink my eyes, as if I am seeing a scene in the movie that suddenly shows a slow motion effects of the surroundings. But where did I heard that name again? And what the hell is this movie-like effects? I'm not hallucinating, right? "It's Killian Asterion Herberts." Oh God~ Swallowing a sneer, I thought that his name answered my confusion as to why there were suddenly an effects that appeared behind him, as if emphasizing his existence.

The rabbit had been mended multiple times, each stitch a testament to the years of comfort it had provided. "Mommy!" Dorothea's voice was soft and sweet, her eyes bright with excitement. She shoved a freshly drawn picture toward the camera, pressing it so close to the lens that it blurred for a moment before she pulled back. On the paper, drawn in thick, heavy black crayon, stood a figure—tall, impossibly straight. It had no face, just a blank oval where features should have been. But behind its broad shoulders, a pair of enormous black wings spread wide across the page like a dark shroud. The wings were drawn with intense pressure, the crayon laid down so thickly that it left a slight textu