Wonderland Drawings Novels & Stories

I have never entered that room since I showed it to her and it seems enticing to me now. I turned the doorknob before walking to the spacious room. I went to the drawing board in the middle of the room instantly and there is a blank sheet clipped to the board. My eyes looked around the table just beside the board and I noticed the stack of papers that are lying there. I picked the stack up and looked through it. Adele has sketched on these papers. I smiled as I looked through her drawing. There is the drawing of a bird, an elephant, the sunrise, the beach, weird trees that did not turn out well, a dream catcher, and so other drawings on these papers. My hand stopped when I picked up a drawin

I questioned, my voice timid, hands shaking behind my back. "I'm assuming you just drew this?" he asked, holding the piece of paper out to me, causing me to nod slowly, embarrassed he had seen my pathetic attempt to regurgitate the horrific images in my head in person. The pencil shadings looked more like a child had had a tantrum while drawing them than anything else. However, Theonardo was analysing my drawing carefully, his brows furrowed, causing me horrendous anxiety. "Have you been here before?" Theonardo asked, pointing at the scene in my drawing, my eyes drawn to the gushing waterfall leading into a deep pool of water. The large oak trees scattered around it lead to a small cavern, t

Something older. She looked at the girl, who was now drawing quietly with a piece of charcoal on a flat stone. At first, she drew trees and stars. But soon, her hand changed direction. She drew a circle — the same one from outside. Liora froze. “Where did you see that?” The girl blinked. “I don’t know. It just came into my head.” Jonathan laughed. “Looks cool! Like magic!” Liora’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.”

"Apparently, for the last few years of his life, grandfather spent a lot of time immortalizing various things in pictures like this." Noah examined each paper one by one with burning eyes. He had shed tears on the fifth paper, which depicted beautiful sketches entitled "My Wish". That night, Noah called Jayden and his family, and his children gathered to look at the drawings. The silence that hung in between the sound of paper being turned or shifted, made everyone's eyes moist without exception, even with the occasional smile. "This is me... And... Terence," Alfred murmured. "Look. This is the hospital I want to build, and the animal hospital I want to build for Terence."

The other children were busy working on their assignments, but Hibiki’s mind was already somewhere else—he had been thinking about the treehouse he had drawn at home the night before. His teacher, Mrs. Nakamura, had asked them to draw something that represented their imagination, and Hibiki had spent the entire evening sketching a dreamlike treehouse—one with twisting vines, brightly colored windows, and a ladder made of vines that seemed to lead straight to the clouds. The treehouse was a magical place, a world of possibilities where adventure could happen at any moment.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

"Go!" He lets out a chuckle before grabbing his clothes and walking out. I sat on his bed and look around. His drawing book caught my eyes and I find myself looking through them once again. There were at least ten drawings. Most of them were just sceneries of the beach, a cliff, a bridge and many more. Then I landed on the very last page. It's a ballroom. With a couple dancing in the middle of it. You can't see their faces but somehow you can tell that they're smiling happily. Huh. That's weird this wasn't there yesterday when I looked through it. I remembered the last one being an unrecognisable boy standing in the middle of the streets with cars passing by him. Oh wait, that's in the previ

"It's ok Lilly, at least you tried. Here is your picture I made for you, I hope you love it." "I bet I will love it "as my words stop once I see what he has drawn for me. I can't believe how he did this . It's so beautiful. He drew a picture of him and I holding hands, The landscape behind us almost looks like the waterfall at wicked falls. I try to resist the tears that are filling my eyes, but I can't help but get emotional. "Oh my god Jayden, it is beautiful it is my favorite gift that anyone has ever given me, thank you."

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

Like for a second, the ground stopped shaking under her feet. After breakfast, I stayed behind to rinse the dishes. A little domestic rebellion against the mountain of sticky plates, while the kids ran off, yelling something about building a fort and whether or not it needed “guard dragons.” I was elbow-deep in bubbles when I felt a soft tug on my shirt. “Uncle Arsen?” I turned, hands dripping, to find Lorelai holding out a crayon drawing with all the seriousness of someone delivering state secrets. The paper was a riot of colors. A house, crooked but proud, with smoke curling out of the chimney. A big red sun. Stick figures all holding hands—some had little scribbles above their heads. Hear