I have been tagged for this challenge by Kristian – thank you.
Welcome to Finish the Story
I start a story, then another has to pick up the story and add to it, then hand it off to another person, etc. until the story is complete. This has proven to be quite fun in a blogging situation since we all have different approaches.
1 Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please).
2 Add somehow to the story in whichever style and length you choose.
3 Tag only 1 person.
4 If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please comment/tag this post so that I know.
The Art Student
Amy checked herself in the rear-view mirror one last time before heading to C101 in Hawthorne Hall. Just a year ago, she walked those halls as a student, and now she was teaching her very own class.
The door was unassuming, but behind it, magic happened. The class was exactly as it was when she was a freshman. Easels and stools filled the center of the room while cabinets were filled with paints, sponges, canvases, and everything anyone needed to learn how to become an artist.
Students started filing in. Right at 10:00, Amy started her first lesson.
“Hey everyone,” she said, “thanks for signing up for The Human Form. This class is an introduction to drawing the human body.”
The students groaned. That surprised her because this had been her favorite class, but she carried on anyway.
“For our first lesson, I have requested a model who,” she paused and looked at the clock, “should be here any minute. Today –”
A knock on the door interrupted her. Fifteen students gasped and Amy looked stunned when …..
To be continued
An enormous guy with the weirdest skin came into the room. He was so large, he had to duck to get under the door frame and had to step sideways so his shoulders could get through the opening.
He had no hair on his head and his skin looked like a melted wax candle.
Amy took a breath then asked the man. “Excuse me. Are you from the agency? The Model agency?”
The man’s voice was deep yet soft. “Yes, they told me you asked for something different. I must admit I was surprised when they said you wanted me to pose for students. I’m usually sent to horror movies to be an extra or jobs like that. Halloween is my busiest time of year.” He sounded sad about it but resigned to his fate.
Amy replied “Well, I did ask for someone who looked a bit different, not a conventional beauty. Can you stand on that platform and remain as still as you can.
The man removed all his clothes. It was clear that the melted skin was pretty much all over and not a hair grew out of it. Standing on the platform his head brushed the ceiling tiles.
Amy couldn’t resist asking him “Your skin, were you born like that or….” She couldn’t finish the question, but he answered anyway, it’s what most people asked him.
“No, I was a firefighter, at 9/11. I was caught in a fireball.” He could say it now, seventeen years later, without breaking down.
Amy turned to the class with tears in her eyes “Class, take out your pads and pencils, I want you to draw what you see.”
After twenty minutes, Amy began to walk around the class to look at what people were drawing. She couldn’t believe it that…..
…one of her students wasn’t drawing the model, but instead seemed to be sketching a scene out of Dante’s Inferno.
“Excuse me,” Amy whispered. “But we’re drawing the human form in this class.”
The young woman looked up, a frown ridged between her brown eyes. “I am drawing him,” she said. She went back to her work, her hand moving swiftly across the page.
Amy decided to move on. If a student didn’t want to learn, that wasn’t Amy’s problem. She got paid regardless. She stared down at a man’s drawing. “What’s that?” she blurted.
He looked up, clearly confused. “I… what? Do you have suggestions?”
“Draw the man!” she hissed. Amy was growing frustrated with these students. Why were they depicting hellscapes? She touched the man’s drawing to point out what was wrong and scorched her finger.
“It’s ruined,” he said. “Thanks a lot. You have charcoal on your hands.”
Amy glanced at her hands which were burnt, blistered, and sooty. “I’ll be right back!” She dashed out of the room and down to the health center.
“Good lord!” the receptionist said. “What happened to you?”
:::to be continued:::
I nominate Singledust!