Narrative Assignment

Story #1 (Comic Video):

I still remember a day in one of my high school art class. A day when my friend messed up the pronunciation of a word…

“Just bring me the glaze, please,” I asked as I cleaned off my paint brush in the cup of water beside me.
“Err, what color?” she replied.
“Whatever one matches, I guess.”
Heaving a sigh she got up and moved to the end of the table to randomly grab a bottle of glaze. “Is this one good?”
“I don’t know, what is it?” I looked up from the clay I was painting.
“Satan black!”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Satan black…?”
She walked over and handed it to me. “Yes.”
I took the bottle and couldn’t help the laugh that arose from my lips. “Don’t you mean satin black?”
“Huh, oh! Oops, whatever its Satan black now.” She laughed and sat down to go back to painting.

…To this day we still call it Satan Black every time we are working with clay.

Story #2 (Comic):



“Just bring me the glaze, please,” the dark haired girl asked as she cleaned off her paint brush in the cup of water beside her.
“Err, what color?” her friend, the taller girl, replied.
“Whatever one matches this, I guess.”
Heaving an over dramatic sigh, the taller girl stood and moved over to the end of the table where the glazes were. She randomly grabbed a bottle and held it up. “Is this one good?”
“I don’t know, what is it?” The darker haired girl looked up from the clay she was painting.
“Satan black!”
The smaller girl cocked an eyebrow. “Satan black…?”
Her friend walked back over and handed it to her. “Yes.”
The dark haired girl couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. “Don’t you mean satin black?”
“Huh, oh! Oops, whatever it’s Satan Black now!” She laughed and sat back down across from her darker haired friend to return to her painting.

Story # 3 (Audio):
It was an ordinary day, a day like many others. Nothing unusual had happened as Jess walked into her art class. Nothing even entertaining as she had dragged her feet through the day and all her boring classes.
Finally, FINALLY it was time for art class. The very last, and, in her opinion, very best class of the day. She’d be able to unwind before she would finally be able to go home and relax, maybe even sleep.
With a sigh of contentment, she gathered all the supplies she needed to glaze clay before she walked over to the table and sat across from her friend.
“Hey,” Jess said as she set up her things.
“Hey,” her friend replied.
“Ahh crap, uhh… would you mind doing me a favor?” The elder girl, Jess, hit herself in the head.
“Huh?”
“Can you get me the glaze over there?” She really didn’t want to get back up.
“You go get it.” Her friend, the light haired girl, laughed.
“Just bring me the glaze, please,” the dark haired girl asked as she cleaned off her paint brush in the cup of water beside her.
“Err, what color?”
“Whatever one matches this, I guess.” She gestured to the already half painted sculpture.
Heaving an over dramatic, joking sigh, the lighter haired girl stood and moved over to the end of the table where the glazes were. She randomly grabbed a bottle and held it up. “Is this one good?”
“I don’t know, what is it?” The darker haired girl looked up from the clay she was painting.
“Satan black!”
Jess cocked an eyebrow. “Satan black…?”
Her friend walked back over and handed it to her. “Yes.”
The dark haired girl couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. “Don’t you mean satin black?”
“Huh, oh! Oops, whatever it’s Satan Black now!” She laughed and sat back down across from her darker haired friend and joined in with the laughter.
One thing was for sure, Jess’s day was no longer boring.