“The Scream”
by, Edvaard Munch
A young artist is strolling around the town, looking for some inspiration. He is growing annoyed because nothing around him seems to spark his interest. He continues to search high and low, in the seediest parts of town, to the swankiest neighborhoods, nothing. He visits parks, museums, nothing seems to speak to his artistic soul. He begins feeling doubtful, and defeated, so he decides to make his way to a local pub in the middle of the afternoon, where he proceeds to drown his pity in a few pints of alcohol. There he notices a man, sitting across the bar from him, staring at him with this expression of fear on his face. The man gives the artist the chills, so he leaves, and begins aimlessly stumbling around the town, continuously being let down by the lack of inspiration around him. He watches couples doing what couples in love do, children playing enjoying youth, even the elderly seem to be happy just sitting on benches, enjoying one another’s company. Before long he realizes that the sun is beginning to set, and he finds himself standing on the pier, just gazing off into the horizon. He suddenly snaps out of his daze to the sound of a bone-chilling scream. The artist turns around to see the same man who gave him chills in the bar, running towards him clasping his face. The artist doesn’t know what to make of it, because there seems to be no one chasing the man. The artist races away to avoid the screaming man, and he runs, and runs, until he is safe inside his apartment. Out of breath, and heart racing a mile a minute, the artist finally falls into a deep sleep. Throughout the night he can’t shake the image of this man racing towards him, clasping his face. The artist awakes the next morning to find a paintbrush in his hand confused he begins looking around his room. His eyes meet with his canvas, where before him he sees, a painting of the screaming man who ran towards him on the pier.
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