Wonderland Drawings Novels & Stories

"But maybe-daddy isn't just in my dreams. He's in my thoughts when I'm awake, too. Like, when something funny happens at school, I think about telling him. When I draw, I make them for him, even though I can't give them to him." She jumped up and got her backpack, pulling out a folder full of drawings. "See? These are all for my maybe-daddy." I opened the folder, my hands shaking. Inside were tons of drawings, all with the same tall guy with dark hair standing next to Emma and me. In some, he was pushing Emma on a swing. In others, he was reading her stories. In one, we were all baking cookies, with flour all over us. But it was the last drawing that got to me.

“We should also include the legend of the Whispering Woods. It feels like we’ve become a part of it.” With everyone’s contributions, they began crafting the narrative of their adventure. Jace wrote about the explorer who entered the woods, guided by the whispers of the trees. Elara illustrated scenes of mystical creatures interacting with the adventurer, while Mia added vibrant colors to their drawings, bringing the story to life. As they worked together, Jace felt a deep bond forming between them—a shared experience that transcended their individual stories. They were not just friends; they were collaborators, each adding their unique perspective to the tale.

The vibrant wildflowers, the butterflies that danced in the sunlight, and the secrets of the woods. Emily, with her youthful curiosity, eagerly and always welcomed these excursions. Always carrying a small backpack filled with sketchbooks and colored pencils, she documented the sights and sounds of the forest. Birds, insects, and flowers were captured in detail on the pages of her sketchbooks. Her passion for art and the natural world was evident, and it brought a sense of wonder and purpose to the child's life.

figuring out where I sleep. Getting lost in a children's movie I haven't seen since my youth was a nice escape. I almost beat Liam to be the first to sleep, my head falling to the side every few scenes. Thoughts from the day fall back into my head as I replay the afternoon. So much blood. To keep my mind occupied, I gather up the spilled crayons from the coffee table and shove them back in the box. Next I line up all the paper into a nice little pile, taking a second to scan each drawing. The pages are filled with images of trees and fish. One I'm pretty sure is a zombie walking a dog downtown Main Street. Typical five-year-old drawings, I assume.

I finished and stood up, dusting my hands. "Wow!" Liv's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Amazing," Andy's voice barely came out as a whisper, his gaze not moving from the diagram on the sand. My work of art consisted of two wolves. One big and the other small. When I was younger, I was often plagued with dreams of two wolves. A huge black one and a smaller white one. As I grew older, the dreams reduced to being a once in a year thing. I never understood why I saw them. And presently, I had no idea why that was the first thing that came to myind to draw. The images flashed in my mind for a split second and I quickly shook my head.

It was as though the new beginning she wanted to have also included making Esmeralda feel the love of the woman who had carried and birthed her. "Knowing that little girl, I suspect she only pretended to be asleep and is probably doing something mischievous now. You'll see what I mean." Chloe's response was a laughter which echoed in the expansive mansion, and she kept laughing even as they walked upstairs holding hands. When Jade quietly pushed the door open, there was Esmeralda, with a crayon and poster colour, drawing a very ugly Wonder woman on the walls of her room which was already a mess. Jade and Chloe stepped into the room, their mouths gaping open in surprise. All her Barbie costum

Rhiannon murmured to herself, then smiled again, "What do you draw? May I have a look? I'm sure I'm gonna like them," His lips quivered and he seemed to be thinking for a second before he turned open the pages. She stood behind him as he turned the pages open one by one, every page filled with an intricate, detailed drawing which had her eyes almost popping out. Did the Kid really draw all of this?! It was a literal artwork! The details were almost unreal, as if they had been generated with technology or something, but everything was drawn with the pencil he was holding. But most importantly, the drawings were odd.

From outside, very faintly, almost nothing at all, came one heavy thud that might have been somebody’s body hitting the wall or somebody’s ego splitting in half. Poppy didn’t even turn her head. She held out her drawing to me proudly. “Look. This is the new castle. This one is for me. This one is for Bunny. This one is for Mommy if you behave.” I looked at the drawing of a giant pink tower with a helipad, a vegetarian dragon, and something that might have been a conference room. “Beautiful,” I said. And outside, the world was welcome to keep burning itself down.

"Redwood? I don't remember much. The accident is what they said there was. A fire. But... it's blurry." The counsellor paused her pen. When you draw do you ever see anything? Isolde blinked. "See?" “Patterns, symbols, words, things that you do not remember choosing to draw.” She dropped her eyes on her sketchbook. A fragment of one page sticking out, in the angle of a page, was a wreath of golden lines, twisting in on itself, to a point that almost seemed to be a wolf-eye. "Sometimes," she said. "They just happen."

I knew she grew up with her grandparents and soon she was able to stand on her own but I didn’t know her resentment for Amelia was this bad. I decided to just drown myself in work. If I was busy then I wouldn’t have time to think about all of the things that Natalia has done because the more I become idle, the more things I start to realize about Natalia that I completely ignored before when we were dating. A few hours had passed and I didn’t even notice. I was drowning in paperwork that I didn’t even think about anything else. I didn’t even realize that I haven’t eaten anything today. I asked my assistant for some bread and coffee to soothe my hunger. When I was going through the files on m