There once lived a woman named Penelope who was a gifted artist. Her sculptures were admired far and wide, and she loved creating beautiful things to make the world a brighter place. For the most part, she was content with living quietly and working on her art, but sometimes she would feel incredibly lonely, for she was not close to many people.
One day, Penelope began sculpting a statue of a woman as a tribute for the goddess Venus. She worked diligently on this statue, and her skill and attention to detail where such that it appeared almost alive as it emerged from the stone. She gave the statue kind eyes and a playful, knowing smile, and as she worked she spoke to it.
She told the statue what was going on in the world, and what she thought of it. She talked about the books she was reading, and her theories on how the plot would progress. She planned aloud what she would do next to complete the statue, and jokingly asked for its opinion.
The statue, which Penelope had started calling Grace during their one sided conversations, listened to everything Penelope said. She heard about the world outside Penelope's art studio, and longed to see it for herself. She wanted to read the books Penelope had mentioned, and see if she enjoyed the stories when they were written, or if it was just the way Penelope retold them that made them sound so interesting. She wanted to read other books and see if she liked those stories even better. She longed to be alive.
The day Penelope finished carving Grace she looked into her carved eyes and sighed.
"I wish I could bring you to life," she said. "The world is a wonderful place, though at times it can be cruel. It seems a shame you will never get to experience it. I would have liked to show it to you, I think."
When Penelope began to dedicate her finished statue to Venus, the goddess was touched. She could see from the care put into the statue that carving it had been a labor of love, and she could sense that the statue loved the artist in return. Venus saw that both statue and artist wished for the statue to be alive, and decided to grant that wish.
Life flowed slowly into Grace. Penelope watched, stunned, as the statue drew her first breath. She nearly fell when her legs turned from stone to skin and bone, but Penelope managed to steady her.
Grace looked up at the woman who had created her, and, for the first time in her existence, spoke.
"Hello," she said. "I'm so glad to be able to talk to you."
Author's Note: This story is based on the story of Pygmalion from Ovid's Metamorphosis. In the original, Pygmalion thinks all women are wicked, so he makes a statue and pretends to date it before asking Venus to bring it to life. I wanted to write a story where an artist's love for their creation brings that creation to life, without the creepy sexist overtones. I also wanted to include a bit of what the statue thinks of all this, since that perspective is entirely missing from the original. To be clear, the two characters in my story don't feel romantic love for each other at the point that the story ends, although I do think it could develop that way once Grace learns about the world and has a chance to become a real person.
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Story Source Ovid's Metamorphoses, translated by Tony Kline (2000).