I did not recognize the person before me, I did not know whether to be horrified or ecstatic, I have turned into a, a monster. My hair a mess, dyed a crimson red, my clothes even worse, and my ears still ringing with the sweet scared scream of my victim. I turn my head to the sound of sirens and jump out the back window, my weapon in my hand, the body, bloody and limp, all of the life gone, left behind me. I jump into the woods out of sight just in time, the cops go around the back. I run as fast as I can into the woods, trees passing me. The night engulfing me. I hopped that I got rid of the evidence, all of the evidence. I hear dogs and gun fire, it's alive, my glorious creation! It's not a zombie, it doesn't feed on flesh, well, at least …show more content…
She screamed, making me smile a sly smile, when she saw me, I walked to her, my creature cut open her stomach, she screamed again. The smell made me shudder, I loved it, the death of another made me happy, and I didn't know why. "Please, just, tell it to stop! Please! Help me!" She screamed in pain. "Oh, you poor, poor little Emma, I would help you, but, you never helped me. I saw the gleam in her eyes, remembering that day of high school in the ninth grade, that was only two years ago, she was one of the ones who picked on …show more content…
"Enjoy the pain." I say smiling and getting up, then I yell out "at least while it lasts." I luagh in an evil luagh. The sound of bones breaking fills the air, my necklace shines and the smell fills my lungs. "Ahh," I sigh, smiling, sliding my weapon on the wall. "Only one left." A trash can falls and a girl turns around, "Hello? Who's there?" She says, afraid "alright, Andrea, if that's you, then your cut from the squad!" "It's not Andrea." I say "shes dead, just like the rest." "What! Ok, this is weird, I'm gonna go now." She says, turning around and only taking two steps before my creation stops her in her tracks, she screams and runs towards me. I grab her by the arm right before she goes past me. She stops and looks at me, my hair stained red with the blood of her friends, my gray sweatshirt in the same condition. "Who are you? Help me!" She says, tears forming in her ocean blue eyes. "Oh Ashley, like my adorable monster, I'm your worse nightmare." I say, smiling I jam my machete into her side and she
" I 'm gonna die, this is it I 've been cursed " I say while looking at the armor. I look up and I jump slightly when Voltaire covers my mouth.
One day as I was walking along through the tall blades of grass, I came upon a massive figure. I thought to myself, oh just another one of these uninteresting creatures, but this one, this one was different. This one was clad with long flowing hair, and other features that did not fit my ordinary image of these marvelous creatures. I quickly realized it was going to place itself on the ground, and I was in its way. I quickly sprung to safety as the massive creature collapsed where I was previously stationed. How rude, I thought, It ruined the perfect flow of the grass. But I did not ponder too much on it as it was commonplace for these large creatures to land here. By the tree. Next to the water.
A first impression of Walton would be to say that he is extremely ambitious. He desires to go to the North Pole to "accomplish some great purpose". He has his own theories on what should be there, and will not rest until he has proved them. This is somewhat a 'Godlike' ambition, in that he wishes to be praised for discovering something new which will benefit everyone else in the world. The language used is also very much like Old Testament, Biblical; "Heaven shower down blessings on you". The image of Walton being 'Godlike' is enhanced by this.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
terror but I couldn’t understand why my creator was horrified at my sight I was devastated all I remember was charging at him My farther was running for his life when my farther thought I was dead he left town without me keeping his secret in his attic.
We looked over at each other, different expressions displayed upon our faces. She had a worried and scared expression. I was grinning from ear to ear. Unable to contain my excitement any longer, I pushed open the rotting door, the rusted hinges squeaking loudly.
Frankenstein, speaking of himself as a young man in his father’s home, points out that he is unlike Elizabeth, who would rather follow “the aerial creations of the poets”. Instead he pursues knowledge of the “world” though investigation. As the novel progresses, it becomes clear that the meaning of the word “world” is for Frankenstein, very much biased or limited. He thirsts for knowledge of the tangible world and if he perceives an idea to be as yet unrealised in the material world, he then attempts to work on the idea in order to give it, as it were, a worldly existence. Hence, he creates the creature that he rejects because its worldly form did not reflect the glory and magnificence of his original idea. Thrown, unaided and ignorant, into the world, the creature begins his own journey into the discovery of the strange and hidden meanings encoded in human language and society. In this essay, I will discuss how the creature can be regarded as a foil to Frankenstein through an examination of the schooling, formal and informal, that both of them go through. In some ways, the creature’s gain in knowledge can be seen to parallel Frankenstein’s, such as, when the creature begins to learn from books. Yet, in other ways, their experiences differ greatly, and one of the factors that contribute to these differences is a structured and systematic method of learning, based on philosophical tenets, that is available to Frankenstein but not to the creature.
Many people know that Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein, was part of a family of famed Romantic era writers. Her mother, Mary Wollstonecraft, was one of the first leaders of the feminist movement, her father, William Godwin, was a famous social philosopher, and her husband, Percy Shelley, was one of the leading Romantic poets of the time ("Frankenstein: Mary Shelley Biography."). What most people do not know, however, is that Mary Shelley dealt with issues of abandonment her whole life and fear of giving birth (Duncan, Greg. "Frankenstein: The Historical Context."). When she wrote Frankenstein, she revealed her hidden fears and desires through the story of Victor Frankenstein’s creation, putting him symbolically in her place (Murfin, Ross. "Psychoanalytic Criticism and Frankenstein.”). Her purpose, though possibly unconsciously, in writing the novel was to resolve both her feelings of abandonment by her parents, and fears of her own childbirth.
She began to cry and trembled when she looked at the creature and tried to go to Frankenstein. "She doesn't want me, she wants you". "What", Frankenstein felt like someone gave him a punch to the face. "I don’t want her, I really don't, take her with you right now and disappear, that was our agreement".
Sometimes, in novels like Frankenstein, the motives of the author are unclear. It is clear however, that one of the many themes Mary Shelley presents is the humanity of Victor Frankenstein's creation. Although she presents evidence in both support and opposition to the creation's humanity, it is apparent that this being is indeed human. His humanity is not only witnessed in his physical being, but in his intellectual and emotional thoughts as well. His humanity is argued by the fact that being human does not mean coming from a specific genetic chain and having family to relate to, but to embrace many of the distinct traits that set humans apart from other animals in this world. In fact, calling Victor's creation a `monster' doesn't support the argument that he is human, so for the sake of this case, his name shall be Phil.
I know what everyone thinks. They all say I'm a monster and though I might not be able to change their minds I still want to tell the truth. I am not a monster and I am not to be blamed. I didn't murder my family and friends. when the police finally came they were dead and i was well on my way. any later and I wouldn't be here too. a real monster was there that day. he ran from the police, though I don't know why he could kill them all if he wanted to. though if everyone knew that monsters were real no one would be safe. panic would spread like a wildfire, it is human nature after all. he changed me, I'm not me anymore, and not a human. I don't kill and I never will. you can think that im just a murdering nut case who should be put down but
Mary Shelley’s use of a frame story in her novel “Frankenstein” generates the problem of reliable narration as many narrations do. However unlike most novels, this story is told through three different narrations allowing much room for bias and a slight change in the tale. The title character, Victor Frankenstein, is not trust worthy due to his deep personal loathing for his monster or another narrator. This narrator cannot be taken as an accurate depiction due to its lack of empathetic behavior and constant vying for pity but also acts in a manner that is gruesome. The last narrator proves to be most reliable because he has the least amount to do with the actual story other than to pass along Victor’s story and to carry on what happens when one is tainted by science and the pursuit of too much knowledge.
Explore the ways Mary Shelley presents the character of the monster in Frankenstein We are prepared for the arrival of the monster in many different ways, before he is created we know the monster is going to be a repulsive figure of a human being, but the reader is still intrigued into reading further, and because of Shelley's descriptive language we already feel disgust towards victors creation, and in doing so, we our-selves become just as callous as those people in the book that neglect Frankenstein's monster. Also because the monster was created by Victor using parts dug up from graves and morgues, and we associate graveyards with horror and death, there is immediately something sinister about the monster and to a point, Victor. The reader can already see the problems with creating artificial life in this way, and in the beginning of the novel, the reader is almost willing victor not to pursue his quest for knowledge, but victor is blinded by his own arrogance to stop and think carefully about what he is about to do. This is when Victor the man becomes separated from Frankenstein the scientist. "I saw how the fine form of man was degraded and wasted" Victor despises death, and his mind is occupied incessantly with it, and after the demise of his mother, victor cannot escape it, and subconsciously he dedicates his life towards combating the process.
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein or; The Modern Prometheus, published in 1818, is a product of its time. Written in a world of social, political, scientific and economic upheaval it highlights human desire to uncover the scientific secrets of our universe, yet also confirms the importance of emotions and individual relationships that define us as human, in contrast to the monstrous. Here we question what is meant by the terms ‘human’ and ‘monstrous’ as defined by the novel. Yet to fully understand how Frankenstein defines these terms we must look to the etymology of them. The novel however, defines the terms through its main characters, through the themes of language, nature versus nurture, forbidden knowledge, and the doppelganger motif. Shelley also shows us, in Frankenstein, that although juxtaposing terms, the monstrous being everything human is not, they are also intertwined, in that you can not have one without the other. There is also an overwhelming desire to know the monstrous, if only temporarily and this calls into question the influence the monstrous has on the human definition.
Stepping forward, “Damn it Marie, STOP IT.” He grabs for the hammer, but Marie’s anger has made her stronger than he anticipated. She pushes hard to get closer and brings her knee up into his groin, using all her anger and bitterness to power the thrust. He grunts in shock as he goes down onto his knees, holding his crotch.