Wybie Coraline Drawing Novels & Stories

"Emma, sometimes it's easier to show feelings than talk about them. Can you draw me a picture of how you feel?" Emma picked up the crayons and started drawing. She worked intently for twenty minutes while Dr. Chen and I sat quietly. When she finished, she pushed the paper across the table. Dr. Chen looked at it. Her face went pale. I leaned over to see. The drawing showed a small figure—clearly a child—locked inside a cage made of black bars. Outside the cage, two large figures faced each other. One had sharp teeth and claws. The other had wild hair and angry eyes. Both were drawn in dark, violent colors.

The moment the door closed, the room filled with silence, only the faint beeping sound of the machines echoing of pencil scribbling against pen as Michelle completed her drawing. Amelie bit down on her lower lip in thought. Was she simply overthinking it? Perhaps it has not actually been Zacharie who saved her but a generous p*sserby? Amelie was drawn out of her thoughts as Michelle who noticed her looking down, tugged on her dress. "Mommy, look at my new drawing." She held up the picture she was busy completing, showing Amelie. The picture was of a simple garden filled with chrysanthemums and irises in full bloom.

Silas was working patrol this evening. Coraline walked up with her friend, Amber. “Stella!! Come dance with us!!” Coraline yelled over the loud music. Stella looked over at me. I frowned but nodded. “You could come dance with me.” She rattled sarcastically. “I’ll be watching” i told her and she smiled big and climbed over my lap, straddling me for a moment, then hopped out of the booth, taking Coralines hand and skipping off towards the dance floor.

Sara and her family arrived at the new house they bought, looked around her, but nothing was known. The only thing he really felt was his daughter's love, with her he didn't even need to remember anything, because her mere presence was enough. Sara was sitting next to her daughter Coraline, both were at a table, looking at some drawings that the girl made in her absence, Sara did not stop contemplating her, she caressed her hair, and brushed her cheeks, during the whole time she was separated from her, Coraline kept a drawing every day, in these she captured all the moments she lived by her mother's side, all this in order not to forget her.

They are always around her. The twins bend over the colouring papers littered at Brianna’s feet. “How is it going?” I point to Wyn’s drawing, she picks a crayon from the floor and hurriedly colours the sketch. Brianna loves to draw too. It’s one more thing they can bond over. “Let me see.” The sketch is horrible. A pencil drawing of stick images with big ears, bigger heads and tiny limbs. I am not sure what I am looking for but I muster the biggest smile.

“But I do need to show you something.” She takes my hand and leads me to her desk. Opening a drawer, she pulls out a small stack of papers. She holds them out to me, and I take the stack. They’re children’s drawings in crayon. “I found those in Bryony’s room,” Willow explains. Our three-year-old daughter's drawing isn’t a concern. It’s the subject matter in her drawings that makes me pause. There are drawings of wolves in cages, a bloody wolf on the ground with a knife sticking out of its neck and a black sun with a smaller blue circle inside of it.

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

I decided to make a drawing for each person. So far, I have finished one for Nova, Axel, Waylon and Jessica. Since I didn’t know Lilith that well, I just drew her a big ass flower. The dimensions were very delicate work. Since Tiger Lilies are my favorite, that is what I went with. Using come bright orange, it had spots of yellow and even red in it. The stem was dark green and the middle was a dark brown. Overall, I loved this picture.

I picked up a pencil and turned to a new page. This time, I didn’t draw the lake. I drew him. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until the lines started forming…Sharp eyes. Messy hair. That unreadable expression he always wore. I stopped suddenly. My breath caught. Why was I drawing him? I closed the sketchbook quickly like I had done something wrong. A knock came at the door. Soft. I froze. Another knock. I walked slowly to the door and opened it just a little. Corinne stood there.

He held her hand with his other hand and led her to the couch where they both sat. “Daddy, look at my drawings.” “Hmm.” Marcel dropped the boards on the floor and picked the first one. “Who did you draw here?” Rosie moved closer to him to see the drawing so that she could explain it to her dad. “Rosie drew Mommy.” Izabelle giggled at her words. “That portrait isn’t me. You could say it’s someone she drew. Not me. I don’t have that kind of small neck.” Although the child’s drawing was fine for her age, she felt somehow when Rosie kept saying that it was her. The woman in the picture looked ugly to be her. She giggled the more.