PRACTICE

1:
Vincent Gusteau was a dexterous painter whose life was an ode to color. Over the
course of his life, everything went without a hitch. Until fate, capricious as a tempest,
cast an unexpected shadow upon his future.
One fateful day, in the sanctuary of his studio, Vincent stood upon a canvas. A vibrant
mixture of hues adorned every corner of the old stale New York loft; inspiration
gracefully guided Vincent´s brushstrokes along the painting, the bristles embracing the
paint as if reuniting with an old friend. Several hours went by without Vincent putting
the brush down. He didn’t seem to notice the pungent stench that hung heavy in the air,
coming from a leaking pot of turpentine sitting on a shelf high up above his head. The
sound of a spill and a splattering droplet seemed to suddenly echo like a premonition of
tragedy. Only then did he finally stopped to look up, a moment too late as the liquid met
the tender tissue of his eyes. The acrid chemical touch of the turpentine pierced the
delicate membrane of the eyes. Its suffocating aroma completely overpowered Vincent,
leaving a bitter taste at the back of his throat. Sheer panic took over the artist as
screams of distress filled the whole room. Tears pooled in his eyes, washing out what
little vision he had left until he couldn´t see at all. In an instant the world, full of colors
and shapes, dissolved into the darkest void. Finally, limp from exhaustion his whole
body collapsed as his vision of the world did.
The artist was found dead at the break of dawn the very next day by one of his
neighbors. He seemed to have tried to reach for help but sadly could only get to open
the front door of his studio.
2:
Matthew Lautrec, a renowned mountaineer, was more than a mere adventurer; he was
the living embodiment of audacity and perseverance. His life unfolded against a
backdrop of towering peaks and icy expanses. It was this that led him to an odyssey
that would test him in ways he could scarcely have imagined.
In the heart of the formidable Mount McKinley, Lautrec embarked on a solo expedition
to conquer the peak. The sky above him was still dark, barely tinged with dawn. As he
ascended the icy slopes, the air grew thin, and the world below became a distant
memory. The crisp crunch of snow beneath his crampons echoed in the desolate
landscape as he pushed himself towards the summit. However, the merciless mountain
had more in store for Thornton than treacherous ridges and biting winds. As he neared
a secluded cave, a massive creature emerged from the shadows. The creature sniffed
the air and its mouth opened wide, a gaping cavern of enormous teeth, and a terrible
roar split the mountain. Instinctively, Matthew fumbled for his ice axe, but the ferocious
predator drew closer. So close that its heaving breaths touched his skin, the smell
noxious and suffocating, like all the furnaces of hell bellowed from within. Without
warning, the grizzly bear lunged forward, its razor-sharp claws slashing through the air.
Lautrec eyes filled with frozen terror as they locked on the visceral gaze of the beast.
Claws dugged deep into his skin, shredding all layers of cloth that could protect him
and inflicting a pain that couldn’t be described. Blood painted the once serene
landscape with crimson splatters marking the ground. The haunting symphony of
Mathews struggles echoed through the wilderness and was soon all that was left of
him.
In the aftermath of the attack, the forest bore witness to the bloody death of one of the
most skillful mountaineers till this day. His body was sadly never fully found.
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Alexander Pierce was a young successful writer that lived in the heart of a bustling city.
His name adorned bestseller lists and his novels were celebrated worldwide. However,
one fateful evening shattered the tranquility of Alexander´s charmed existence.
The evening unfolded with a quiet ambiance, the soft rustle of pages turning in
Alexander's study providing a soothing melody. His desk cluttered with manuscripts
and marked with the coffee stains of countless late-night writing sessions. As the sun
dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cityscape, a loud clash
disrupted the serenity of his home. In the blink of an eye the presence of a large
shadow materialized right in front of him. Surprised by an intruder breaking into his
study, a sudden chill sent shivers through Alexander´s body. Simultaneously, the taste
of fear coated Alexander's mouth, bitter and acrid. The interloper´s intrusion was swift
and brutal. He attacked Alexander with a cold, unforgiving blade piercing right into his
flesh. His crazed eyes were nearly predatory, like a starved wolf contemplating its prey.
Pain clung to every fiber of a bloody Alexander who tripped and stumbled to the floor.
He laid in agony as his attacker positioned himself on top of him. Then he plunged the
knife over and over again into Alexanders chest. Soon a thick puddle of blood spread
under them. The last thin string of air Alexander could breathe, escaped slowly through
gritted teeth.
Two weeks later, police reports confirmed that a mentally unstable admirer was
responsible for the attack and therefore death of Alexander Pierce. The news of
Alexander's passing sent shockwaves through the literary community all around the
globe.
Extra Sentences:
-As the golden sun dipped low one evening, casting an ethereal glow on the water,
Jake paddled out, eager for another dance with the waves.
-Panic clenched his/her senses as the world blurred into caos
-The distant calls of seagulls painted the canvas of the sky as he embarked on what
would become his final odyssey.
-A colossal wave, seemingly birthed from the abyss, crashed upon him with a
thunderous roar.
-The…became a dissonant cacophony of distress.
-The cold touch of terror gripped his heart as he fought against the relentless (beast,
burglar,etc).