Wonderland Drawings Novels & Stories

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

She marveled at the beauty of his imagination, the way he saw the world through a lens of wonder and possibility. "Mama, let's draw a garden with flowers and butterflies!" Theo's eyes danced with excitement as he sketched bright blooms and fluttering insects on the paper. Mama Hazel joined in the artistic adventure, adding delicate petals and intricate patterns to Theo's creations. Together, they painted a world of beauty and magic, where anything was possible and every stroke of the crayon held the promise of a new discovery. As they drew, Theo chattered happily, sharing stories and dreams that flowed from his young and vibrant heart. Mama Hazel listened with rapt attention, her heart overf

"Two books, three notebooks, four pens and two metal tin of colouring pencils. A quill pen feather and an ink pot. I draw something that might take you by surprise and I hope that you will like it." Belle Rose zipped the backpack open and she took the items out of the bag. Belle Rose showed Prince Willem the picture of his face and he was blown away when he saw the picture of him. Prince Willem glance at Belle Rose as he sat down and he question. "When did you draw this and have we met before?" Belle Rose shocked her head and she replied. "We haven't met before and I drew that after a dream that I had while I was at Mrs Sprocket's home." Prince Willem knew that she is telling the truth and h

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Wonderland Boutique was booming lately, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Customers with all different backgrounds loved our unique selection, and word got around fast. I had opened the shop three years ago after I graduated from the money I acquired after I sold my mother’s publishing company, and I could never regret my decision. Sure, I liked managing businesses, but my passion was creating stylish clothing.

The drawings she and Carl had been working on all morning. I looked at the colorful pages. Stick figures and wobbly wolves and bright yellow suns. "I think that's a wonderful idea." The children moved through the tent like small rays of sunshine. Stopping at each cot. Offering drawings with solemn sincerity. "This one's for you," Carl told a wolf with a bandaged arm. "It's a picture of a really strong wolf. That's you." The guard—a grizzled warrior who had probably seen a hundred battles—stared at the crude drawing. Something softened in his weathered face.