Finish the Story

FTS Project #1: Mirror of Erised

I look into the extraordinary mirror.

I see a boy of sixteen looking back, all skin-and-bones, but smiling. I look down at my translucent, spectral body.

How I wish…


Word Count: 29

Prompts:

Finish The Story Prompt by Suchita

Weekend Writing Prompt #79 – Translucent

FOWC with Fandango – Extraordinary


This is the first micro fiction story in the Finish The Story Project (FTS Project)

You can find out more about the project here

Read more about The Mirror of Erised

 

Stay tuned, a lot more to come in this project!

Happy reading! 🙂

Finish The Story Project: Introduction

Like great adventures of the old, a bunch of heroes have banded together to complete a certain quest. And this time it is not for the destruction of the one ring, or stopping the invading Chitauri, no. This time the heroes have set the goal of creating good reading content, to save their world through their writing.

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The Idea: Every hero comes up with a prompt, and the rest of the team members write their own flash fiction stories using the prompt. Simple enough.

The Team: 

Tanmay Jain (Team Leader and Organizer)

Tanmay Jain is a blogger, book reviewer, writer and bibliophile from Jaipur, Rajasthan. He has been reading books since he was a child and hasn’t stopped since. He started his first blog in 2016 and since that, after many unsuccessful attempts at managing a successful blog, he landed on his current and most successful blog, Scion of Society. Tanmay dabbles mostly in fiction writing but sometimes wanders off to poetry, book reviewing and writing tips. He is an editor for his school magazine, X-rays. He’s a teenage writer, aspiring author, and a budding blogger. Facebook Twitter

Prompt: One day you’re sitting with your head in your mother’s lap and in the next you’re sitting in a holding cell waiting for the trial of her murder. What happened?

 

Bonnie Cehovet

My name is Bonnie Cehovet. I live in the Pacific Southwest with my cats Midnight, and Pumpkin. I am a professional Tarot reader, a reviewer of Tarot and non-Tarot works, and published author. My chosen genre is cosy mysteries, but I also write in the self-help field. My goal in life is to be who I am and to be able to help others in the process. Facebook Twitter

Prompt: One never knew with Eleanor. Appearances could be deceiving – one moment she was very calm, the next … not so.

 

Sitharaam Jayakumar

My name is Sitharaam Jayakumar and my friends call me Jai. I am a software professional working as a lead software engineer. I am keenly interested in politics, music, cricket, books – both fiction and non fiction, writing poetry, articles and fictional stories. I am a B-Tech in Metallurgical Engineering from IIT-BHU (formerly IT-BHU). I am an avid reader of books on science. I live in Kochi, India with my wife and the joy of our lives, our ten-year-old daughter. I take a keen interest in everything that comes my way in daily life like politics, cricket, music and computer software. My blog is a hotch-potch of poems, articles, lots of flash-fiction and several short stories. You will also find poetry and a smattering of photography in my blog. Facebook Twitter

Prompt: I woke up with a severe hangover. I made my way to the bathroom lazily. I glanced at the mirror wondering if I looked as terrible as I felt. I stood staring in horror at the grotesque skull grinning at me…

 

Shivangi Dua

An aspiring author, bibliophile, bookaholic who breathes to write! She is a part of the creative team of her school magazine and has been writing to voice her thoughts since forever. After the little attempts to create a beautiful story, she finally got a blog to be proud of that is Writer’s Vicinity!

Prompt: Opening my eyes, I was in a world less familiar yet more beautiful and soothing than anything I had ever experienced…To breathe felt like living a new life!

Suchita Agarwal

Hi, I am Suchita Agarwal. I am a writer and content creator. At different times, I have been a teacher, an agency recruit, a master’s degree holder, and a social media executive. All work as secret identities for my plan to take over the literary world…one post, one manuscript, one book deal at a time. What I love above all else are desserts, reading and learning. You can connect with me on Twitter or WordPress. I go by talesofsuchita.

Prompt: What would you see if you looked into the Mirror of Erised ?

 

Asha Seth

A copywriter by profession but a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. A rebel who seeks refuge in the confines of worlds created by words. She reads, writes, reviews, and when not doing these, loves to loiter in the wizarding world of Harry Potter.

Prompt : As soon as Alicia stepped on to the second landing, the lights went out and a hand grabbed her into the all-consuming darkness.

 

And finally,

Me 🙂

My Prompt: The Emperor had summoned his Knights..and they had answered his summons. They knew that it was a matter of great importance. They waited patiently as their Emperor began to address them..

 

More in store, coming very soon.

Happy reading! 🙂

Finish The Story: The Art Student

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.

Rules–

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

The Haunted Wordsmith

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

Kristian:

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…..

Paula Light

…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?”

Singledust

“I don’t know” Amy is clueless but her raw, scalded fingertips seem to heal slowly but efficiently on its own. Under the glare of the fluorescent light, her skin takes on an almost unhealthy glow, blue from her veins seeping from under her skin, cooling the wound and healing it perfectly. The nurse takes a step back and steadies herself against the gurney.

“Your hand looks alright now; I think you should go back to your class” the nurse steps away from Amy and hurries towards the far side of the room, like she needed to put space between them really quickly.

Amy stands up straight and without another word, just a nod to the nurse, leaves the room and heads back to her class.

Amy glances at the paintings along the hallway wall, they are amazing works of art that should be displayed in galleries and art museums not in a college corridor, she thinks to herself. Who are these students? Why was that nurse behaving so strangely towards her? How did her fingertips heal so quickly? Maybe she never burned them at all, just imagined it?

Amy reaches the class and turns the door knob and enters, the class is still busy at work, like her leaving was not even noticed, almost as if they had a pre-determined assignment before she arrived that morning.

The model is still sitting at the front of the class and looking wistfully out the window. At her desk next to the model is a lady in a cerulean blue dress, she has the darkest hair Amy has ever seen and the lightest blue eyes almost the colour of a spring sky. She smiles as Amy enters and gestures with her hand.

“Welcome Amy, I apologise for not being here to introduce you to your class, these are highly gifted and prized students” she has a soft voice and Amy has to strain to hear her words. “You come highly recommended and we hope you will fit in here and with our plans. We have serious work to do here” the lady in blue continues.

Amy has just noticed there are bars on the windows with locks on the outside; she feels a chill in the sunlit north facing room.

“Come…” lady in blue beckons her closer……..

Sascha Darlington

Amy squeezes her eyes closed, wondering if she’s dreaming this sequence. Wasn’t this the same class she attended? Funny, she didn’t remember the bars on the windows nor the sulfurous smell that seems to hang in the air. Was she a prized student? Perhaps not. Perhaps she was just a conduit. Strange that that word should come to mind.

The lady in blue smiles a Mona Lisa smile that never reaches her eyes, which blaze blue like the hottest fire and yet are so very cold. “Do not overthink, Amy. I can see the wheels turning in your mind. You won’t find the answers. They were hidden when you were here. You were not one of the gifted ones. Not like these students,” she says as her hand sweeps over the group.

“I don’t understand.”

The lady in blue nods. She thrusts her hand outwards, erasing the classroom scene. Now it’s as if they are part of Dante’s Inferno, with screaming wretches and fire licking upwards. The screams are nightmarish. This is hell, Amy thinks. Am I in hell?

Amy shudders and thinks back to that night, that awful night…


(My contribution: )

That dark night when nothing felt right.

Her future as an artist was at stake. All because of one subject – The Human Form. She had been doing well on all the other subjects. However, her abysmal grades at this accursed subject threatened to cause her failure. Amy felt the need to take her edge off, and so had turned to her trusted bottle of whiskey.

A bottle down, she had begun contemplating a solution. Her intoxicated mind raced with many ideas ranging from threatening her professor, to seducing the top student in class to get his assignments. Finally, an idea had struck her. She had run off to her bookshelf and fetched an old black book. She had opened it, and turned to the chapter she was interested in: ‘Making A Deal With The Devil”…


Now, I nominate the talented Ramya Tantry to continue the tale…

I hope she accepts! 🙂

Finish The Story Blog Hop #6: Chapter 9

Pensitivity 101 has tagged me to continue this story! 🙂

And I gladly shall! 😀

Find the previous chapters here:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Now the story continues:


Eric nodded. He did not quite understand how these things worked, just like his mother had said. However, he knew that little Tuesday would be safer with them. He blew a flying kiss to Tuesday, and ran off towards the village. He had to remove all the notices.

He returned in the evening. He knocked on the door. He heard his mother’s voice coming from inside.

“Password?”

“Mom, it’s me.”

“You know the password, Eric.”

Eric sighed. When he was a little kid, Eric had been fond of making makeshift tents inside the house. He would let his mom enter the tent only if she used a password he had made up. Eric spoke towards the door.

“Olopolo!”

Mother opened the door to let Eric inside. To his shock, Eric saw an assortment of weapons laid out on his dining table. Bows, knives, swords, axes, it was a complete arsenal. He looked at his mother with questioning eyes.

“Mother? What is all this?”

Mother placed her hands on Eric’s shoulders.

“Child, you should know. Tuesday is no ordinary baby. Men will come to take her away. Evil men. We need to keep her safe.”

“But, mom what about the oath you took? And what do you mean by Tuesday not being an ordinary baby.”

Mother ruffled Eric’s hair.

“See Eric,….”

(To be continued…)


 

I tag Jo Hawk to take this story forward! 🙂

Head on over there to check out some really nice stories! 😀

Do check out the works of all the splendid writers who have contributed to this story. I promise you will not be disappointed!

 

Would love to know what you thought about my part of the story. Does it fit in? Does it go into its own dimension? Do let me know!

Happy reading! 🙂

The Sweet Shop

Finish the Story is a nice story game The Haunted Wordsmith has started. The idea excites me! 😀

These are the rules set by her:

  1. Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever 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 story till now:

Emily and Sara always wanted a little sweet shop off the beaten path where only locals would be able to find them. It wasn’t that they didn’t like all the tourists that came to their city, they did, it was just that they didn’t want everyone to know that …

My contribution:

…their sweet shop was actually a front. Of course, the locals would know all about it. However, Emily and Sara could not afford to let the secret out. Their secret. Their city’s secret. The secret that…..

I tag theenchantedlabyrinth should they choose to continue the story! 🙂